Russia and Reader-Lost in a Frozen Tundra
You shoved the door open with all your might, loudly it groaned in protest. But in the end, it swung open unexpectedly. Giving a small gasp, you fell forward. Crisp white snow cushioned your fall, snowflakes clung to your face and hair. You whimpered as you lifted your face up, the coldness slightly burning.
Sighing, you stood back up. Standing in knee high snow, you looked around you. Wind blew at you from every direction, the harsh wind cutting into your skin to the very bone. Shivering, you hugged your frame. Everything looked barren, this tundra. And with frightened eyes, you turned back to the door.
But nothing stood there, nothing but more snow. “What!?” you cried out, wadding over to where the door should have been. Hand outstretched, you waved it in the empty air, hoping that somehow it was just an illusion.
Sadly, it wasn’t. And here you stood, shivering in the cold. Alone
Rubbing your hands together, fruitlessly, you tried to keep warm. I-I need sh