Elle settled into her blankets, a light breeze had caught through a crack somewhere in her quarters but she was too exhausted to deal with it at the moment. It created a soft whistle into the room and was actually quite soothing, but definitely needed to be dealt with in the morning lest she develop a sickness.

Elle closed her eyes softly, feeling her warm breath bounce off the blanket and back onto her cheeks, creating a humid bubble of air.

Elle's eyes fluttered, her body uncertain of sleep but achingly exhausted. The night previous was weighing on her, and she thought nothing but it for the whole day. She did not return to sleep after cooling herself off in the snow, so the current sting of tire in her eyes pulled her lids shut. She breathed out once, then in and out even slower. Then her mind went blank.

"You feel cold." He spoke softly. The warm light of the fire fizzed in and out, the flames seemed to lick the walls, and Elle's bare shoulders that were exposed to the air. His hand, large as before but rough this time, touched her cheek gently.

"It's cold where I am." Elle said softly, her voice nearly cracking. Her hands fluttered over his chest, down the fabric of his shirt. Thick material, and black, all black.

The man took his finger and traced a line over her eyelid, down her cheek and neck to her chest-as though he were tracing something into her skin. His hands reached to her hips and he pulled her close to his. Elle breathed out and gripped the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Slowly the man slipped her shirt off and slid her pants down her legs.

Elle stood there exposed for barely a second before the man picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist. And for a brief moment Elle saw his face clearly, a long scar down his face. It was faint, but it was there-with deep ember eyes that spoke only in murmurs. Then he kissed her; his lips soft but his kiss; hard and soft at the same time, like snow. Elle kissed him back, holding her arms around his neck for support.

They fell on the bed, their arms wrapped around each other as they twisted in the blankets; kissing and touching, grasping onto skin. Flashes of skin, muscles, and darkness, her mind fogging up with breathless passion. Nearly blinded by it, there was no escaping this feeling and she didn't want to.

The man hovered over her, between her legs as he kissed her knee down her thigh. His hands held a possessive grip on her hips. She moaned as his lips touched her skin. Her heart began to flutter with impassive and irregular heart beats with every subtle movement from the man.

Elle felt her fists clinch in his thick hair and her breath stopped. It all went black.

Suddenly Elle sat up, her blankets falling around her waist. The room was dark and freezing.

A dream.

Elle sighed as she unclenched her fists, the fingers cracking from the pressure and small moon-shaped fingernail imprints were left on her palm. The breeze from the crack seemed larger and colder.

Quickly, with shaking legs, Elle found the crack and spent the rest of the night working on patching it up.

The following morning Elle decided to take a lone walk into the mountains. It was not as cold as it typically tended to be on an early morning, but Elle wasn't complaining.

As Elle walked through the snow she began to think of her dream and the man. After last night she felt like these weren't dreams, more like visions or something else she couldn't quite put on her finger on.

After about an hours hike Elle found a nice bunch of trees and decided to settle there for a while. Slowly she slipped her coat and under layer off leaving her with just a long sleeved tunic and pants. She stood up straight and closed her eyes.

It had been a while since she'd done any of this but with these dreams and her headaches worsening she thought it wouldn't hurt to reach out.

She breathed in and out until she felt a heavy weight lifted and her mind explored the tendrils of balance and energy within the mountains, even within the frozen lakes and the atmosphere above. She saw everything.

Even the darkness. It quickly started to creep into her mind and Elle struggled to push it out. It cried for her suddenly and she felt a weakness present itself. Her unconscious state was this weakness. She heard screams in her mind and a deep pounding.

She began to panic and without a conscious effort her lightsaber flew from her side bag into her hand and ignited. Elle opened her eyes ready to fight, but there was nothing there. Just trees and snow.

Elle breathed a sigh of relief and lowered her lightsaber. Just as she did she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her mind, a digging and aching pain. It brought her to her knees as she clinched her teeth.

Then Elle knew, she had gotten close to something.

Again, that night as Elle settled in for sleep. She finished her tea and pulled the blankets over her shoulders. She was neither excited nor motivated to sleep but she knew that if she didn't she would fall apart.

As she drifted she heard his voice. A disembodied voice, she was not quite asleep yet she still heard him. Her eyes flicked open for a moment, then closed. A subtle scent of bergamot filled her nose and her vision went dark.

Hands draped around her waist from behind as the man kissed her shoulders. She moaned and pushed herself back into him. He squeezed her breasts and kissed and bit her neck. Suddenly she spun around and climbed on top of the man. She lowered herself onto him and felt his fingernails dig into her back as he moaned softly.

Elle gasped at the pain in her back but closed her eyes in ecstasy as he met her hips with his and filling her completely. The feel of his hands running down her back, holding her closer and closer to him drove her wild.

He kissed her quickly, and groaned out. Elle felt her insides begin to swell and she held her breath.

Suddenly Elle jumped awake at the sound of Pax barking and breathed out heavy with an exasperated tone. Her vision was dizzy and she almost forgot where she was.

Then a slight pain creeped onto her back. She reached around and felt nothing but the pain was still there.

Quickly Elle jumped up from the bed and flipped the light on in the bathroom. She lifted her shirt and looked as best she could manage at her back in the mirror.

At this, Elle almost fainted. Scratch marks.

It was nearing dawn as Elle stood outside the ship, the endless darkness slowly fading away and replaced by the vast scape of white. Elle's mind ran wild, trying to understand what her mind was trying to tell her. Was this real? The scratches were definitely real. The smell was definitely real. Bergamot. Like citrus.

Elle sipped her tea and watched Pax try to catch snowflakes in his mouth. BB-8 buzzed softly at her feet, always the loyal droid.

The snow that fell was soft and gentle, hardly a sound could be heard.

Then, in the not so far distance, Elle saw a spotlight in the snow. Then a large black ship landed. BB-8 spurred and started scanning the ship.

Potential threat, BB-8 assessed. Elle's heart stopped in her throat. But she quickly recovered and held out her hand. Within a second she caught her lightsaber as she quickly made her way toward the ship.