It's dangerous to Go Alone, Link

Chapter 1; Frostbitten

It seemed like only a few minutes had passed in my ice tomb before I jerked awake at the sound of boot enclosed feet splashing through my waters. Pray tell, is there another coward here looking for refuge from the calamity, same as I? My eyelids felt like weights, dragging them shut, preventing me from seeing the source of these footsteps. Instead, I relied on my knife-ears to hear all else there was. Chiming, sounding similar to a countdown spun out softly from ahead of me, soon followed by a loud crack, similar to the noise of when I had been trapped in my own encasement. At this point, I figured my hopeful mind was playing some sick joke on me. I'm destined to be frozen here 'til the ends of time, might as well get comfy. Stay frosty boys, I silently chuckled in my head as I tried to slip back into my stupor. Alas, sleep was not fond of my outstretched hands. I was instead met with a loud CRASH, followed by my tail being plunged straight into the ice-cold pool around me. The strings of my vocal cords clicked and rubbed together harshly, struggling to make logical words. There was, rather, a low, rumbling growl that came forth from my cracked and frigid lips. Audible clicks could be heard as my locked joints struggled to make sense of what I was doing. Standing? What's that? You've never done such a thing. I resorted to raising my chin to get a glimpse of my supposed savior, and at least offer some form of gratitude. Why can I not speak? It preferred to rasp, hiss and croak, as I pulled my self up to a full standing height, like dragging a corpse from a grave. "Who goes?" The statement ground out as gravel grating against a millstone, jerking and gruff. Those anvils finally released their hold on my eyelids, allowing them to slide stiffly up to reveal a figure; a warm doublet wrapped their torso, and a woodcutter's ax was hooked onto their back. This is not the thing that grabbed my attention so rivetingly, though. What appeared to be a legendary Sheikah Slate was lashed onto their belt loop! I had only seen the princess with this device... What is the special occasion, for a lowly rogue to meet such a high standing member of society? Extreme fatigue hit me with the force of the blow of a hinox, which made me lose the progress I had made on standing - amazing, I know - as my knees buckled and smacked into the hard stone below. Instinctively, I pulled my wings in as tightly as possible as I fell victim to a deep slumber.