Where are we now

Snow falls slowly to the ground, covering the area in a shade of small, white particles. A snowflake drifts away from the rest of the group, landing on a snow-covered back of a tired, but determined pony. Her color is unclear, for she is covered in snow from head to tail. Her eyes are barely able to see anything passed the white blanket of snow. Her mane and tail are soaked and frozen, coated in the white substance, unable to tell of any colors beneath. She tries to spread her wings and escape this freezing place, but they were attached to her body from the cold. She pants, out of energy to continue the search for shelter, and falls to the ground. The snow begins to cover her quickly, and she finds herself buried in less than a minute. She tries to shove some of the snow away, but more returns. It falls faster and faster, refusing to let her up. She struggles once more before the snow rises above her head, and she has to hold one last breath...

"I'm telling you, Mike, there is nothing up here!" A voice complains to another, Mike, while the voice's owner continues moving up the hill.

"We can't be sure, Kevin, you know blizzards always bury something up here," Mike replies, while moving up the hill. He isn't like any pony, for instead he isn't a pony at all. He stands on his two back hooves, which are inside shoes, it seems. His two fore hooves are at his side, each of them wearing blackness around the small stick-like fingers he has. His brown jacket was slowly becoming covered in snow, for the storm from before had already began to die down.

"Ugh, Mike..." Kevin starts, sliding his fingered fore-hooves into his gray jacket's pocket. His hood was up and a scarf was around his head and mouth, making his voice a bit muffled.

A small noise of pounding can be heard... Mike puts one finger over his lips, signaling for Kevin to become silent. Kevin then moves towards the noise of pounding, before stopping next to a place where snow is moving in-beat with the pounding. Kevin then turned to his friend, "Looks like i just found something good," he says after wiping the top layer of the snow away, before finding a frightened face, covered in the substance, with eyes that looked as if they had just closed...

The traveler's eyes open. She looks around this new place she is at. Darkness welcomes her vision, with an exception of light from a torch on a stone wall behind her. The ceiling is too high to see or notice, but the floor is a ice-tile pattern, shapes and lines appearing on it here and there. The traveler is laying on a soft carpet placed right on the ice floor. She feels a fur blanket laying on her, keeping her warm, but she also feels something cold... a ring of sorts, right around her back hoof. She turns her neck and kicks a small part of the blanket off before noticing a metal chain connected to her hoof. She was captured by the creatures around here... whatever they are.

She flips around, the blanket leaping right off of her, and she lays on her back, reaching her fore hooves to the chain, before tugging on it, trying to get it off. But it remains on, and all that happens is that the chain continuously slams into the ice, and after five attempts to get the link of metal circles off, the ice is clearly cracked.She throws the chain harder than before, and this time it comes flying off, right into the crack. The ice starts splitting into pieces, revealing the freezing ocean underneath. She runs ahead into the dark, the ice splitting as if it were following her hoof steps. Torches appearing on the wall occasionally remind her that this is a narrow corridor. So even if she could open her currently tied-down wings, they'd just slam into the wall and slow her down. The splitting ice passes one of her back hooves, and she takes one big breath of air before dropping into the freezing liquid below.

"Kevin, I'm not so sure that she should be in that place..." Mike says to his companion, "It's right over open ocean, and its hard to survive water that cold."

Kevin sighs, "For the last time, as much as the ice is fragile, I don't think her weight can offset it. Besides, any smart creature would just pry open the chain and walk away."

Mike gasps, "Wait, you made it that simple for them to get away..?"

Kevin nods, smiling, "Yea, but if they throw it against something, it's grip will tighten."

Mike sighs and face-palms, "You know that creature might have thrown it against the ice," Mike begins, "which would have cracked the ice, for I doubt she is a weak creature, and that would have forced it to fall into the ocean."

Kevin pauses for a moment, his eyes clouded over in thought, "Oh..."

Mike smacks Kevin upside his head before grabbing his gray jacket and putting it on, "Come on, you hunk of ice!"

Kevin slips off his chair and grasps his brown jacket and slides his arms into the sleeves, "I'm coming, man, don't worry!"

They both rush outside towards the building where they put the creature, while the door reopens after them, and a strange figure walks into their 'house'. It grabs some items before leaving again, this time slamming the door shut. It runs after the two friends, reaching them faster than expected, and colliding into them. It stands up before galloping along towards the building, a sharp object clearly seen in it's mouth, which is holding it by it's handle, like a blade.