Cold

Cold.
So. Very. Cold.
Her mind was unable to focus on anything else. She tried desperately to remember how she had gotten here.
How she had gotten so cold.
Flashes of memory.
A shuttle.
Laughter.
Surprise.
Panic.
And pain, so much pain.
Too much pain.
Cold.
There was snow, wet, cold snow.
And at some point, a fire.
Whose heat had long since died away.
Cold, unbearable cold.
White, everything was white.
And red.
Too much red.
Her companion, whose hand had long since fallen limp and lifeless, lay silent.
Too silent.
Cold.
Alone.
Too alone.
And cold.
Too cold.