The handle was freezing, so cold that it felt like it had been in a fire, but once she opened the door, she was met with a blast of cold wind and snow. A young woman was slouched inside the metal prison, chains wrapped around her wrists and hoisted above her head so she was kneeling uncomfortably, shackles around her ankles as well. She was a stunning sight, with long white hair, ice blue lips and eyes, skin as pale as snow itself and clothed in a white kimono. It was a Yuki Onna; taking a few second to realize that the door was open, the Yuki Onna lifted her head, eyes unfocused and clouded as she locked eyes with Akihime, letting out a weak hiss, but remaining still. Many needle marks ran down her pale arms, showing signs that she was being sedated heavily to keep her from killing anyone, or escaping.