Russia was.....cold, in October. Not that that was really a surprise to anyone who actually lived there, much less Katerina. But she was used to the cold, and she liked to think that she had a bit of a thick skin to deal with that sort of thing. Yet that didn't stop her from wearing jeans and a long sleeve shirt, and a jacket on top of that. Just because she could deal with cold didn't mean that she was going to pointlessly suffer more than necessary. 

"Come on Natasha," she called, looking back over her shoulder at her distracted sister. They were walking to the store right now to go get groceries, and she didn't see a point in wasting much time in doing that. Sure, her sister wasn't doing anything wrong, but the sooner they got there the better. 

"Sorry sis," Natasha replied happily, running to catch up and reaching her sisters side quite rapidly. "Did you see the stuffed animal? It was so cute!"

Katerina nodded, moving along the sidewalk as she braced against the cold wind. "I did." She didn't quite have the same attachment as her sister to this sort of thing, but she wasn't going to try and dampen her enthusiasm. That would be cruel of her, and she had no desire to crush her happiness. 

"I hope hey have everything we need at the store, it's cold out." Natasha huffed, pulling her jacket closer as she frowned, stepping a bit faster. She didn't want to spend longer out here than she needed to, and neither did Katerina. 

Katerina smiled a bit, even as Natasha began to hurry ahead. I'm sure they will," she replied,even as her sister rounded a corner. She did the same, yet did not expect what happened. For as she rounded the corner her eyes widened in surprise, caught off guard by a strange sight that seemed like nothing that she knew. 

"Natasha? Natasha!" Panic began to set in as she frantically looked around, taking in the shadows, the twisted mockery that the world had become, and the lack of her sister. Where...where was this? What was going on? Where was she and where was her sister? It all began to add up, tugging on her mind as she found it harder to breath, as she automatically assume the worst. Without Natasha, what could she even do? What would she tell her parents? There was no hope. 

Her knees buckling, she was dimly aware of the presence of other people now, of girls like her. They weren't her sister, so what did they matter? It was only when she saw the girl with the spear that she was driven into action, if only because of how absurd it was. What was going on?

Rising up to her feet, she ran forward towards the girl, heeding her requests. She would find her sister, but for now she needed to figure out what was going on. And this seemed the easiest way to do that. Hopefully she would get some answers.