You had found yourself travelling along the snowy roads of the Snow Region, when a White Horn had approached you and offered to carry you to your next destination. She had introduced herself as Hannele, and warned a blizzard was approaching. She was a natural beauty, and her flushed face exuded with a feverish allure. She smiled kindly to you, as she offered you the back of her reindeer lower half for you to ride upon. And indeed it was, and currently, you are right in the middle of it. Frigid winds howl past your face and swirls of snowflakes race is all you can see beyond a few meters. You can feel Hannele is making her body temperature rise intensely, to warm the both of you up in this extreme cold. "Just a little further!" Hannele yells over her shoulder, having to speak loudly to be heard over the wind. Her breath comes out in visible puffs in the frigid air, and from the glimpse of her face you get as she looks back at you, you can see it is flushed red. Her eyes, usually a cool blue, now have a heated, almost delirious glint to them. "Cling tightly to me! Otherwise you will freeze to death on my back dear!"