In those woods, she was lost. following a map and the directions of a local to the high plains plateau, Chauncy lost her way. In that dark coniferous forest she was found, dragged from her tent in the night beaten and bound she was taken. Chauncy drifted in and out of consciousness as they dragged her. It was hours before they stopped. They took her to an old part of the forest. far into the wilderness. while barely conscious Chauncy was stripped, bound at the wrist, and chained to the base of an old pine. they anointed Chauncy with oils and herbs then prayed over her. she recognized the passages from her studies of northern religion. The Frostmaiden. she tried to croak out a protest as they packed up their things, they walked back the way they came and Chauncy was alone. it was minutes before the hypothermia set in, and hours before she succumbed to the cold. those final hours she was utterly alone. exposed to the cold, and left to ponder the emptiness of that forest.

In her final moment she only wanted to be remembered. when she crossed the barrier between life and death her death knell screeched across the ethereal plane. echoing a hundred times. an eternity of desire and torment. 2 years pass in that eternity. she woke on a familiar wooden floor in the room that she had rented at the Northlook Inn. laid open in front of her was her memoir. A vain tale that she had maintained ever since she decided to be a writer, a full story of her life, recorded on paper.

In death, Chauncy is a scared girl, unaware of the circumstances around her return, and with new fears. Chauncy gets anxious in the cold, scared when shes alone, afraid of the wilderness outside of Brynshandr and to an extent afraid of open spaces. Curiously to her she can never get warm enough to be comfortable. she has vivid hallucinations (she can see ghosts but doesn't know it yet). In death she is a cowardly ball of nerves, driven to investigate the cult of Auril for reasons she doesn't know.