Grace stood... somewhere. In the middle of the woods. Bundled up in three jackets, two pairs of gloves, the fluffiest snowboots she could find, and a really soft, thick hat, she was nonetheless still freezing cold. The snow crunching under her feet and drifting down onto her from the trees around her did nothing to make her any warmer.

"I-it just h-had to be w-winter. W-why c-c-couldn't I h-have t-t-tried-d to f-find the W-Wiz-zard in the s-summer..." she mumbled, her teeth chattering. She stumbled over a root that was half-buried in the snow and with a muffled yelp fell face-first into a snowdrift. When she resurfaced she was covered in the white powdery snow, and it was melting and trickling down her neck.

"Ug-gh I'm s-s-so c-cold..." she mumbled. Nearly walking into a tree as she did so; she just wanted to lie down and sleep, and then when she woke up she could be alert. But she knew she had to keep going; for a moment she switched into a run, just to get the blood flowing again. But that took too much effort and she soon slowed to a walk. For all she knew she was just going in circles.