Elizabeth jumped slightly at the screech of Aleksey's chair when he got up, wanting to say something though she simply watched as he went to the door, again thinking of things that she could say but still couldn't manage anything, tense as she watched the door be jerked open. And she herself couldn't help but gasp at that cold breeze that immediately had blown in, attempting to go through the entire house. Though before it could chill her to the core, as if it was bad enough to be protected from, the biggest sprite abruptly shifted before her feet into a figure that would've been guessed as a huge bear almost tall enough on its two back legs to touch the ceiling with it's head, blocking the breeze from hitting Elizabeth any further, warmth quickly taking her body back over. And the moment the door was shut again, the sprite casually went back to it's miniature little form and went back over to the door to stare at Aleksey with the others.<br/><br/>"I.. I don't know.." She answered him, getting up from where she was sitting to walk closer, gently touching a hand to his cold cheek. It was strange to feel him cold.. Aleksey was always warm to the touch. "Lets.. Just.. Not open that door again.." She thought of a word for heat and the hand against his chest heated to an unnatural temperature, not enough to burn but enough to hopefully help get some warmth back into his cheek, at least. But when she did take a step away she felt as if she'd just been hit in the head with a hammer, gasping lightly as she stumbled a step back, a hand lightly to the side of her head while her thoughts were no longer there and then, rather something of the past, another memory.<br/><br/>She could remember her mother, the night of the crash, in the middle of a forest a deserted road, the wind powerful and chilling though it was blocked by the warmth of their vehicle, the trees fighting a battle between that breeze. The car had swerved for an unknown reason, off the road to a flip. When she'd gained consciousness it was cold, bitterly cold, but it wasn't winter. It was summer, it should've been warm, nice at least, but it was bitter, the cold chilling her to her very core which had brought her to tears before her mother could soothe her.<span style="font-style: italic">That man..</span>It'd come from that man. That very same man that'd walked away with her mother. And she could remember another instance, the night before her grandmother vanished. She'd always slept in the same room as her grandmother, in the same bed. Her grandmother had always said it was fine- Claimed she'd just liked to be close to Elizabeth. That night there'd been a violent storm, wracking the trees around the house that'd moaned and groaned, fighting another battle with that same chilling breeze that'd tried to seep through the very walls of the house themselves.<br/><br/>Having closed her eyes tightly and tripped over herself, landing on her bum if not having been caught already, Elizabeth popped open her eyes again, looking up at Aleksey with a horrified expression. "Oh my god.."