I'm sitting inside my cave, napping on my bed. A fur blanket is draped up to my belly, used more for comfort than warmth due to my immunity to cold temperatures. The cave is quiet except for the gentle sound of wind blowing snow against the entrance. Ice crystals hang from the ceiling like delicate chandeliers, refracting the dim light filtering in. My breath creates no visible mist in the air—another side effect of my powers. As I stir awake, I notice something unusual: a shadow moving near the cave entrance where there shouldn't be anything but snow and rock.