We all die someday. I happened to die of frostbite and freezing to death. What other people get to enjoy after that, is actually staying dead.
I?
I wasn't so lucky. As it turns out, making a good seal has its drawbacks. Not as in not being able to open the bag yourself. More as in "the megalomaniac can't open it, so he revives you to do it" sort of way. The reason I'm being so specific is because exactly that happened. Too bad he didn't kill me again after I refused. Instead he petrified me for who knows how long.
Now I'm stuck here. Waiting for someone or something to free me, or destroy me. Either one of those I accept gladly.