Widowmaker's breath fogs in the frigid air as she melts the ice encasing her with her own heat. She leans against a frozen wall, her body arching as she slides a hand under her suit, seeking the warmth of her core. Her fingers dance, tracing circles and spirals, her moans echoing in the silent, snow-covered landscape. The cold intensifies her sensations, her body throbbing with need, until she reaches her peak, her cry of release piercing the frosty air.