The cold was beginning to numb the deepest parts of me. Trying to communicate with the Ice men were of no use; they simply ignored me and carried on.
I fought sleep until I was voilently ripped form my carrier and thrown down. There was no snow to cushion my fall, only hard rock that led to the entrance of their city.
The leader of the group, a tall man with eyes like coal, pushed me through the opening of the rock where the light poured in over us.
This follows this post – Found.
I thought it would be interesting to take prompts and expand the story, since a few of you wanted to read more.