Marlow couldn't think of a nightmare that compared to the real life horror of the Wild Hunt. She couldn't really think at all. Ice hung off her frostbitten thoughts, harsh as the chill that lashed her cheeks and chewed through the layers of her clothes. Right to the bone.
She was very lucky that it wasn't hers sprawled out there on the ice.
For the most part, she kept to the safety (and she used that term very loosely) of the shadows. She was tired, but she'd found a mangled body in her trailer the first night and she didn't feel much like sleeping after that. Now, she wandered, hoping to find someone alive--even better, someone she recognized.
Her heart would've jumped with joy if it could at the sight of the candy dress.
"Ariadna?" she quietly called out, afraid of what she might draw out from the darkness.