It was the heat that woke her up. Persephone wasn't very sensitive to heat; room temperature and a hot summer day felt about the same to her. But heat surrounded her, and it felt as though she had jumped into a large pot of boiling water. She rolled over, uncomfortable, and gasped. Where her skin touched the ground it stung, and half of her body was drenched with water. Her eyes snapped open and she pushed herself up to sit, and then watched as the world spun for a moment. It finally straightened, and her stomach lurched at the sight of her surroundings.

Ice. Ice, everywhere. There was a large Per-shaped puddle beside her, and while the water seemed hot it had not melted all of the ice underneath. Layers and layers of ice was underneath her - it must have been nearly a yard thick. The ice around where she was seated had already begun melting, and steam rose off of her body where she had been laying in the puddle. Her body was burning all of it's fuel to keep her warm and resistant against the ice around her, but she could already feel exhaustion creeping into her system. She needed to get out of there before she burned herself out. Persephone tried to lessen her body temperature to save energy, and turned to the rest of the room. The walls were covered in ice, just as thick as the floor. There were no windows. The ceiling didn't look penetrable. Was there a door? There had to be - how had she gotten in here? 

She twisted, and her eyes fell on the door...and the man in front of it. He was clothed in a thick, furry coat and pants. There was a large blade attached to his waist, and his hair stuck up every which way. Her mind processed his image groggily. He was familiar, it was right on the tip of her tongue. He turned to face her, and it hit her like a snowball to the face. 

He was the villain from just before. He had been throwing ice everywhere, and then she had saved Fallout, and then Dylan's foot was trapped, and then a can of pink smoke had rolled over to them. And then she had woken up here. It was clearly some sort of holding chamber, and it definitely belonged to this guy. The question was what she was doing in it, and how the hell was she going to get out.