*°Hell as White as Snow°* (A Role Play)

Aya had awoken from her coma-like state, squinting up at the blinding white sun above.
Her freezing skin burned against the innocent looking snow, glowing red, begging for warmth. Her head pounded, a never ending rhythm of pain that made her wince in a pattern.
Slowly, she lifted herself from the damp ground, her weak hands feeling as if they were being stabbed by millions of microscopic needles.
Aya looked around; snow. Nothing but snow.
But, as her vision cleared, she saw others, for she was surrounded by other people, and it definitely frightened her.
She scrambled to get up, but instead she groaned in pain and settled on the powder covered earth.
 
Half awake, Madeleine opened her eyes slowly, but as the glare of the sun met them, she quickly shut her eyes tight once more. Delicate snowflakes lined her eyelashes and as she closed her eyes, they melted instantly on contact with her skin. A shiver went up her spine; she was freezing to the bone. She attempted to open her lips to protest but found she couldn't—at least, not yet. In the near frozen state she was in, nothing came out other than a barely audible gasp. She forced herself to take a few deep breaths, cautiously opening her mouth once more to speak. But who would hear? She opened her eyes with ease this time and looked at the barren land surrounding, eyes wide with worry.
 
Half awake, Madeleine opened her eyes slowly, but as the glare of the sun met them, she quickly shut her eyes tight once more. Delicate snowflakes lined her eyelashes and as she closed her eyes, they melted instantly on contact with her skin. A shiver went up her spine; she was freezing to the bone. She attempted to open her lips to protest but found she couldn't—at least, not yet. In the near frozen state she was in, nothing came out other than a barely audible gasp. She forced herself to take a few deep breaths, cautiously opening her mouth once more to speak. But who would hear? She opened her eyes with ease this time and looked at the barren land surrounding, eyes wide with worry.

Aya weakly looked at the person who had sat up, her cracked lips forming a small frown. She didn't know what to say-what to do. She was tired, in pain, freezing, and confused. Spacing out, she couldn't help but blankly stare at Madeleine.
 
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