I was walking through the forest, observing the blizzard. Not that it was my duty or anything -- I just wanted to be sure that it won't come to my house, because I lived nearby. Being shattered is not easy, but I was dealing with it fine. After all, it's not going to last forever. I stopped suddenly, looking at the odd pile of snow. Something was off about it, but I couldn't say what. I shrugged and switched the night vision to thermal.And gasped.There was a pony there! A pony, who's barely alive! Her body warmth was fading rapidly, and it was hard to distinct her body from the snow.I rushed to the pile of snow, digged my hooves deep down there and pulled the pony out. She was unconscious, and very cold. But her heart was still beating. How was that possible? How could that happen? Never before a pony was in such dire state. It was unthinkable. And why didn't she use her abilities?I stopped myself. Not now. The poor little pony needs warmth and she needs it asap. I carefully holded her in my forelegs before creating several dozens of portails, which wrapped around her body. She was now laying in the web created from my tail. I redirected the pressure on my back and ran to my house at the top speed. It took me seconds to arrive there. Had my house been much farther, I'd have beed forced to think about another way to transport her. Icy wind that hits you while you're running at 125 mph is harmless for healthy ponies, not for someone who's dying because of cold.I put my guest on the soft couch and covered her with a blanket. Then I went outside and changed the weather around my house to warm summer style. Before it was autumn rain, but she needed warmth, not cold.I poured the berry brew in a mug, then redirected some heat energy from the lightning reservoir that illuminated the room, to make the brew hot. She'll need it once she wakes up.I sat near her, on the floor and waited for her awakening.