[hr][hr][h3][b][i][center][color=82ca9d]Sana[/color] & Epona[/center][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=a187be]Location:[/color][/b] Hell Frozen Over
[b][color=a187be]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Hypothermia
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	Ever wonder how those shit storms start out? Well if you watch closely you can see. You see, you have one frozen person, well near frozen, get hit by one and then another and suddenly you are the core of a pin ball and if there had been more ice and frost on the ground it probably would have turned into one of those cartoon scenes where one guy starts rolling down a snow covered hill and by the time he reaches the cabin at the bottom of the hill it is a snowball the size of the damn cabin and well... you know what happens. 

	Sana didn't know what the hell had hit her or what was happening, she just felt the world spinning and not in a good way. I mean, she was turning head over heels and it wasn't love driving the feeling. If her insides hadn't felt like they were frozen solid she might have thrown up. Well there was still a chance that she was going to vomit all over the place but it was going to come out of her more like a frozen regurgitated not-so-hungry mans dinner right out of the frozen food section - except in a long tube cylinder instead of a rectangle. Where was a microwave when one needed one?

	Oh well, there isn't one. Sana doesn't have much she can actually do but she tries anyway. She tries to stop, to tumble out of the group, to roll this way or that. Anything to get out of the current predicament but hell, being frozen and tumbling makes it difficult. Come on, she needs help. Epona is there, darting after the ball but the horse knows better than to head butt it. She is just trying to keep at this point and keep herself between everything else and the ball of what she thinks is her master right then.