The Impersonating Witch's End II

"Ah, it is cold," River whispered, white breaths leaving his now-cracking lips. River knew something was wrong with this place; he had not spent up to five hours in the snow, but it felt as if he had been in the snow forever. He was feeling weaker by the second, he felt like this was his personal torture world; he could feel the cold slowly freezing his blood. He could feel intense frostbites attacking his nose, toes, and fingers. He felt the fatigue attack him tenfold as his knees buckled; he felt numbness everywhere as he fell into the snow-covered ground.

"So cold." He shivered in the snow, crawling towards a tree to lean against it. He felt the blood in his legs freezing up; raising his hands shakily towards the direction of the sky, he also lifted his head to look up at the sky with half-lidded eyes. He tiredly stared at the sky, his arms limply dropped by his side. Sighing in defeat, River was about to close his eyes, but his eyes widened when he noticed something.