It was around 9 that morning that the sky started to turn gray, warning of a storm. It was a bit disheartening, but Bridgett didn't mind. The light brunette girl simply took a blue umbrella, having heard on the radio that it was only going to rain that day. No more no less. So, when getting ready to go out to get some groceries, she put on her favorite torn pair of jeans, sneakers, and a tank top. It couldn't be too cold out, it was barely the end of fall. Winter still had a while to come with it's white powder. At least, the brown eyed girl thought so. Grabbing her jacket and favorite scarf, she headed out with umbrella and brown messenger bag in tow. The day had been boringly simple. Get up. Eat breakfast. Check the weather. Get dressed. Go do daily errands. It was the same every day for Bridgett, only changing slightly depending on whether she had school or not. As she entered the convenience store not six blocks away from her dingy apartment, she thought she saw a flash of white. Blinking, she passed it off as a coincidence. Of course it was nothing, right? She was just fine... The dull brown store gave her a sense of comfort after the slight scare before settling into unending boredom. She grabbed her food dutifully, but almost robotically. The fluid movements of her walk soon turned into a practiced routine, worn and tired. As Bridgett's routine wore on, the weather outside grew harsher. The brown eyed 19 year-old paid for her groceries and was off, only to be surprised by the snow that was quickly beginning to fall at a faster pace. She cursed, wishing she had brought warmer clothes as she opened up her umbrella to try and protect her from the freezing blasts. Stronger and stronger the wind started to blow. It became increasingly harder for Bridgett to walk toward her apartment building. She could barely see five feet in front of her as she pressed against the harsh winds. She wouldn't be stuck out in the middle of the road during a storm this bad. Not in a longshot. However, it seemed the wind had other plans for her. A strong upward gust caught the brunette by surprise as the wind lifted her up off of the ground and toward the clouds. She dropped her groceries after a certain point, hanging onto the umbrella with all of her might. Her legs dangled like the long sticks they were, hanging uselessly in the air as she was carried away from her home and into the white storm. Her hair whipped around her as by some kind of magic she was whisked into the clouds before finally losing her grip. With a scream, the girl fell to the ground, the world a blur of white as she hit a few branches on the way down. Scratch. Rip. The sharp needles of the white pine trees tore at the girl, taking a few strands of her hair but leaving her clothes largely intact. She fell to the ground with a grunt, blinking before checking her surroundings. White. It was the first thing she noticed about the strange place. The second thing she noticed was that she was in some forest. Impossible, her mind screamed. She lived in the middle of the city. There were no forests for miles. Finally, she noticed the strange gleam to everything. It was almost as if everything was made of... ice. Where was she?