Third Person POV
Liza stood there dead struck. She didn't know exactly where she was entirely. Her spirit was in another state. Everywhere was looking all white with snow dripping off from the sky.
“Liza! Liza! Are you surprised?” a fair young lady who sat on a white log of wood spoke to her.
Liza shook in fear immediately she heard the strange voice. She turned around and saw the young lady who was sitting pretty on the log.
“Who are you? And, how did you get to know my name?” she turned around in fear taking two steps backward.
“I knew that's the next question you were going to ask me. I saw it coming earlier the moment I saw you in here,” the lady answered her.
“That hasn't still answered the question I asked you. Who are you and how did you get to know my name?” she kept on
