It was dark, cold. I felt the wind, colder than ice, blow into my face a large number of sharp ice crystals. "Where am i?" i thought. I walked down a hall, made completely of ice. The air was not only cold, but had a bitter smell to it: like torture and an evil queen. I walked into a throne room, by the looks of it, anyway. The only spot of color in the room was the bright yellow hood the person standing before the queen wore, and it was quickly fading. The first thing i noticed about the room was the person sitting in front of Yellowhood. Her face looked tight, and her beady little eyes looked at Yellowhood with what was clearly utter disgust. Suddenly, a guard placed his hand over my mouth and dragged me out of the room. Then, everything went completely black.