A peaceful death

They call it a peaceful death, white and velvety. It can envelop you like a cocoon but without the transformation of a butterfly. Those who fall under its spell find themselves frozen in time and space. This is how the concept of cryogenics comes to life. She had not planned to experiment with this, but she was trapped under this blanket of fluffy, heavy snow, which would have been nice if it had not been accompanied by a raging temperature of minus 54. No normal human would survive this. "Well, at least, death will come fast, and I will feel nothing; I will just close my eyes and let go. But the brain had other plans; it pushed her to wiggle out from under that cold embrace, though she was unsuccessful. Yetty watched her struggle and said, “Don’t worry, my love; soon you’ll be my forever frozen bride!”