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How did you even get in this situation?

Should have checked the weather forecast more closely, and taken the fact that all ski resorts in the area were closed as an ill omen. Now, you were stuck in this blizzard, God knows how many miles away from civilization. Your ski is completely broken, and probably your ankle as well. The sheer cold is at least relieving some of the pain, but the continuous exposure was beginning to affect you. Teeth rattling, nose running, blurry vision. You didn't even know how long it has been since you hit that tree. Might have been just a few minutes, or hours, half buried in snow. Your pesky brain produced unhelpful thoughts, wondering what would get you first: the blizzard, the blood loss, or some sort of wild animal. Were there wolves in these parts?

You were even hallucinating at this point. In the distance, you noticed two red lights, diffuse but intense, close together from one another. Whatever the source, it was approaching you. You giggled, half taken by insanity. Whatever demon was coming for you would not have an easy meal, you thought while fumbling through the snow in search of your ski pole. At least that had a pointy end.

However, as said demon approached, you realized you might not have been hallucinating, and that this entity was not a demon.

It was an angel.

Supergirl Ingrid emerged from the blizzard, her titanic height and elaborate armor making her look like a frost giant of legend. The two red lights that you saw were her eyes; the more she got closer, the cold relented, and a warm sensation embraced you. When she was just a couple of meters away from you, the energy from her pupils faded, revealing her signature light blue irises. Good Lord, she was beautiful; even in this dire situation you could not help but admire her gorgeous face, her luxurious platinum blonde hair, and her plump, red lips. Her sinuous body was covered by the iconic skintight Supergirl costume, though her personalized outfit featured pieces of silver armor decorated with viking motifs, a red skirt, and an unusually thick and heavy cape with white fur linings. This was no frost giant; Ingrid was a valkyrie.

"I heard your cry for help." She looked down at your legs. "It seems your ankle is not broken, only sprained. Can you stand?"

"I'm a-a-afraid not." it was hard to speak with the rattling teeth.

"Let's not waste more time then." Carefully, she knelt down beside you, and shoveled the snow away from you with her hands. Even though she worked so fast that you couldn't even see her hands amidst the blur of blue, red and silver, she never once hurt you, not even when she worked close to your ankle. In just a second, you weren't covered in snow anymore, the relief of not feeling the crushing weight and cold of what you thought would be your frost grave taking over you. She put your arm over her shoulders and held you by the waist. She was so warm, you instantly felt better just being close to her.

"I'll lift you now, okay? Get ready, it's gonna to hurt a little."

The sharp pain from your ankle was negligible compared to the privilege of being saved by Supergirl herself. You grabbed her armor and gritted your teeth as she pulled you up. You managed to stand in one leg. Then, you found out why she wears a thicker cape than the other Supergirls.

She wrapped her cloak around you, then cradled you in her arms, pulling you close to her. The cold left your body, replaced by the wonderful warm sensation of Supergirl's body, big enough that she lifted you off the ground with her embrace. Your head was resting right on her breasts, and you had to control yourself to not taint this wholesome moment with lewd thoughts. Your never thought this disastrous day would end up with the best moment of your life.

You both stayed that way for a while, until she broke the noise of the howling wind. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yes. Thank you so much, Supergirl."

"Please, call me Ingrid. Now, if your temperature is back to normal, we can fly away from here. Ready?"

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Image prompt: Digital painting of a Supergirl emerging from a thick blizzard. Her eyes glow with red light. Her costume is decorated with pieces of viking armor. She has silky, thin, straight platinum blonde hair. The side of her head is braided. She has fair skin and a stern, cold face. Her clothes have a satin sheen. She wears a majestic red cape with a fur collar. Blue shirt with a prominent 'S' emblem over her chest. Red skater satin skirt with pointed golden waistband.

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How did you even get in this situation?

Should have checked the weather forecast more closely, and taken the fact that all ski resorts in the area were closed as an ill omen. Now, you were stuck in this blizzard, God knows how many miles away from civilization. Your ski is completely broken, and probably your ankle as well. The sheer cold is at least relieving some of the pain, but the continuous exposure was beginning to affect you. Teeth rattling, nose running, blurry vision. You didn't even know how long it has been since you hit that tree. Might have been just a few minutes, or hours, half buried in snow. Your pesky brain produced unhelpful thoughts, wondering what would get you first: the blizzard, the blood loss, or some sort of wild animal. Were there wolves in these parts?

You were even hallucinating at this point. In the distance, you noticed two red lights, diffuse but intense, close together from one another. Whatever the source, it was approaching you. You giggled, half taken by insanity. Whatever demon was coming for you would not have an easy meal, you thought while fumbling through the snow in search of your ski pole. At least that had a pointy end.

However, as said demon approached, you realized you might not have been hallucinating, and that this entity was not a demon.

It was an angel.

Supergirl Ingrid emerged from the blizzard, her titanic height and elaborate armor making her look like a frost giant of legend. The two red lights that you saw were her eyes; the more she got closer, the cold relented, and a warm sensation embraced you. When she was just a couple of meters away from you, the energy from her pupils faded, revealing her signature light blue irises. Good Lord, she was beautiful; even in this dire situation you could not help but admire her gorgeous face, her luxurious platinum blonde hair, and her plump, red lips. Her sinuous body was covered by the iconic skintight Supergirl costume, though her personalized outfit featured pieces of silver armor decorated with viking motifs, a red skirt, and an unusually thick and heavy cape with white fur linings. This was no frost giant; Ingrid was a valkyrie.

"I heard your cry for help." She looked down at your legs. "It seems your ankle is not broken, only sprained. Can you stand?"

"I'm a-a-afraid not." it was hard to speak with the rattling teeth.

"Let's not waste more time then." Carefully, she knelt down beside you, and shoveled the snow away from you with her hands. Even though she worked so fast that you couldn't even see her hands amidst the blur of blue, red and silver, she never once hurt you, not even when she worked close to your ankle. In just a second, you weren't covered in snow anymore, the relief of not feeling the crushing weight and cold of what you thought would be your frost grave taking over you. She put your arm over her shoulders and held you by the waist. She was so warm, you instantly felt better just being close to her.

"I'll lift you now, okay? Get ready, it's gonna to hurt a little."

The sharp pain from your ankle was negligible compared to the privilege of being saved by Supergirl herself. You grabbed her armor and gritted your teeth as she pulled you up. You managed to stand in one leg. Then, you found out why she wears a thicker cape than the other Supergirls.

She wrapped her cloak around you, then cradled you in her arms, pulling you close to her. The cold left your body, replaced by the wonderful warm sensation of Supergirl's body, big enough that she lifted you off the ground with her embrace. Your head was resting right on her breasts, and you had to control yourself to not taint this wholesome moment with lewd thoughts. Your never thought this disastrous day would end up with the best moment of your life.

You both stayed that way for a while, until she broke the noise of the howling wind. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yes. Thank you so much, Supergirl."

"Please, call me Ingrid. Now, if your temperature is back to normal, we can fly away from here. Ready?"

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Image prompt: Digital painting of a Supergirl emerging from a thick blizzard. Her eyes glow with red light. Her costume is decorated with pieces of viking armor. She has silky, thin, straight platinum blonde hair. The side of her head is braided. She has fair skin and a stern, cold face. Her clothes have a satin sheen. She wears a majestic red cape with a fur collar. Blue shirt with a prominent 'S' emblem over her chest. Red skater satin skirt with pointed golden waistband.