You can stay here,
where it's safe,
if cold as the north wind's heart.
You don't need to hide.
You shake. Take my goblet—
just something to warm you,
against the silver chill
caught in our wind-woven walls
My apologies for that.
Monsters, you see, thrive
in the heat, the dark,
Are you cold, my darling?
Don't worry, my love—
The ice creeping over your face
shall hold you, gently,
like the fangs of a dragon
until we are safe.

or venture to
the realm of shadows
Take a blanket.
You'll want to hide.
Don't drink anything. Even
a single swallow, a single taste
could trap you here
where shadows devour fire.
Don't dawdle
here in the shadows –
you do want to live.
Dance. Dance.
You aren't dead. Not yet.
The fur pushing through your skin
shall keep you warm, thriving
obsidian sharp.
Breathe through the ice. You're safe.