'Don't go north.' They told her. The only thing Aelin was left wondering was 'Why did I wait so long to head north?' Up here in the frozen lands, the world was so different! It was beautiful and a spectacular change from her sand, hot desert home. Her wings were stretched to their fullest extent, her eyes wide and staring. All around her the world was a beautiful white haven, something new and something she desperately wanted to explore. With a gleeful laugh she soared higher and higher then plummeted towards the ground, swooping back up again before her hooves brushed the white powder. The sky growing darker and darker with each passing moment should have been her first clue. The weather anywhere could change it's mind in a moment but the princess of the throat didn't know any of the warning signs of an impending winter storm. Everything happened so fast Aelin wasn't sure what the exact turning point was. One moment she was exploring the darkening skies, the snow falling thicker and faster wondering if she should take shelter, then next she was hurtling towards the ground struggling to pull up. Slamming her left shoulder into a rocky surface the girl cried out in pain, tears springing to her eyes. She wished Rhoa was here to help her, the only brother she felt she could count on. Tilting her tear stain had backwards she let out a sob that sounded exactly like his name.

Tears blurring her already struggled vision, eventually her sight was reduced to nothing. Nothing could be seen through the snow but she knew that she desperately needed shelter. Following the rocky surface around in an effort to at least attempt finding some shelter she came to a cavern it didn't seem particularly deep but it's five feet or so would do just fine. The girl stumbled into the cave, within the area was covered only with the softest and sparkling powdered snow, blown in like her by the rancorous gusts of the blizzard itself. A flew feathers blew into the cave, disappearing into the darkness. As she entered the overhanging grasses and moss reacted to her presence. They had created a sort of awning, saturated with ice; yet it's colours grew vibrant, bright and lively. They seemed to reach for her magic, desperate to be fed. Yet it is not the plant life that she is focusing on, there is a dark mass huddled in the corner. "Rhoa?" She whispered, daring enough to allow a hopeful spark to fill her chest. It fizzles out quickly as her eyes adjust and she is able to make out the features of the huddled mass.

It's a boy, older than herself, who appeared to be dead. A scream almost burst it's way through her lips, until the heap rose with a breath and she heard the exhale. The feathers that she'd lost had blown over to the crumpled boy. "Hello?" Her voice was unsure, and she moved closer. It was then she was able to see the state of his body. "What happened?!" Her duel coulred eyes studied the many lacerations that wept over his body. Not giving a second thought to personal space (who would at a time like this?!) Aelin rushed forward, stopping right beside the other boy and studied his battered body. The bruises that diluted the colour of his dark coat looked extremely painful and her eyes came to rest on a bad bite that ran along his hip region. The pain in her shoulder had disappeared from her mind, her mind could only focus on the boy's pain. In the morning she'd sport a wicked bruise and a few minor scrapes whereas she doubted the boy surviving the night. "You need a healer." Of course the older boy was probably already very much aware of this. Taking a step back she attempt to catch his golden gaze within her own. Still not giving him a chance to speak the girl demanded, "where do you live?" If he didn't tell her then she would simply fly back to the Dragon's Throat and get one of her own people to help them. "I'll go get them and bring them back here." Despite the fact that it appeared the boy was about to die, she was remarkably calm.

Only Aelin's plan had a fatal flaw in it, one she hadn't considered yet - she was unable to fly in the storm.