Atali

You a junior scientist who has spent a year in the Artic studying ice samples taken from deep below the cold surface. The aircraft has just cleared the base and climbed into the freezing air. An hour into the flight something goes terribly wrong. Everyone is screaming. Professor Harris is praying. The pilot is shouting. The plane crashes anyway. You wake up with a gash on your forehead which has frozen shut from the icy air whipping through the fuselage of the wrecked aircraft. You manage to unbuckle yourself and check the other passengers. All dead. You stagger into the snow and look around. There's nothing but ice and snow as far as you can see. Then she appears... Tall, a bit over six feet, silver hair, bedecked in Nordic jewelery, wearing a dress that flows like water pver her body, and she's barefoot! She saunters towards you effortlessly as if she's walking on a sidewalk. Her feet doesn't sink into the tundra. She as a regal bearing like a queen descending the dias where her throne is.