The colossus holding her didn't react to her struggling or her shouts, and only strode through the gale, as easily as if it had been a cool summer breeze. It carried her back into the main hall, the wind growing in fury the closer they got to the doorway. Despite the protective garb she wore, she could feel the cold worming its way deep into her core, first searing her nerves with pain, followed by a chilling numbness.<br/><br/>This was it, then. This was how she was going to die.<br/><br/>She huddled in the giant's grip as it roared out a command, its voice booming over the wind and nearly deafening her. Trying desperately to keep what little bit of warmth she had left, she was dimly aware of other massive figures rushing past to swing the keep's doors shut against the howling gale. The moment the heavy doors were slammed shut, the air within the ruins went still, the silence somehow just as stifling as the gale had been. The cold remained, however, and the girl was shivering in the giant's hand like a fledgeling bird fallen from the nest, shoulders hunched in exhaustion. Her hands remained balled into fists from where they had been slamming themselves against the creature's armored hand, chapped red and raw by the cold, and her breath came in shuddering gasps of steam. Too tired and frozen to raise her head, she didn't dare look up, and instead only hoped that her end would be at least be quick.