It could be a matter of hours, or days, or even weeks that she had been trotting on the cold snow. Her hooves stung from the cold at every step that she took. Her teeth chattered uncontrollably and her body shook wildly. The thin baggy sweater was completely useless in trapping heat in this harsh weather. It was a miracle that she was still able to survive--usually a filly wouldn’t make it through blizzards, they weren't made for torture.

(An AU version of Snowdrop's backstory)