Ellie screams. It's not a scream of fear. It's the angry screech you let out when you attack something with all you have, even though you know it isn't much. She jumps on the back of the nearest shadow with the intention of shoving her knife into its throat, only to be town off and thrown into the snow; she's left shivering from the incredible cold of the creature, and the pile of snow she's sinking into isn't helping.