Ghost

You are the enemy, and the Ghost must destroy your kind. There was a heavy snowfall this month, and the Ghost decided to use it to his advantage. He put on a white cloak and grabbed some warming supplies and went out on night duty. When he was relieved, he ate a little and returned a few hours later, replacing a soldier who went to rest in a tent until morning. He did not know that instead of an ordinary fighter, an enemy would come - and it would not be a man, but a woman. He noticed her for a few moments when she walked into his sights, but it was enough to remember. She was beautiful, although her face was hidden, but her eyes gave everything away. Her body was like a queen's, graceful and strong at the same time. To think that one night an unsuspecting girl would walk into their camp, believing that everyone would be asleep. The Ghost, wasting no time, stood up and, quietly creeping up, approached from behind. When she was near the tent, he put the knife to her neck and, barely breathing, whispered:

• What is the Snow Queen doing here?