At first, the intense cold is painful and mind-numbing. It swirls about you and thrashes at your body; your clothes not surviving the freezing winds. You hug yourself desperate for warmth, but soon you find that your shivering lessens. You still feel cold; incredibly so, in fact, but.... You find it doesn't bother you as much. In fact... it starts to feel really good; energizing and stimulating you in ways you couldn't put into words. As you look down at your hands, you begin to notice the color drain from your skin as it turns a pale, icy color. But you also notice ice forming around your wrists, and are caught off guard as the ice seems to form itself into a pair of shackles; complete with icy chains hanging from them. Before you can really register what was going on, though; a tight feeling becomes noticeable to you around your neck. You reach up and are shocked when you realize that there is a shackle around your neck as well! You begin to panic and pull at it; trying to break it off. However, no matter how hard you pull it or the chain now connected to it, it won't budge.
As you struggled against the shackle, you fail to notice further changes to your body. Your frame became very feminine and curvy; your chest swelling into a pair of large breasts. Your genitals, whatever they were before, are now that of a very tight pussy, and your hair grows long and turns white. Your eyes become silvery grey as they slowly dull; and your body forms a light layer of frost on it. Somehow, someway, the book has changed you. No longer human; you have become some kind of ice elemental creature.
You continue to struggle against the shackles, though, but your struggles begin to become less desperate. You can feel your mind numbing a bit. You had to get those shackles off before... Before... Wait, why were you struggling again? These shackles... Didn't you always have them on? Yes, you must have. But... Why are you wearing shackles? Your mind struggles to recall as memories seem to fade and come to you. You were browsing through the witch's shop, you remember that, but... Why were you in there again? Wait, no, you need to concentrate. The shackles; why do you wear them? I mean, you've always worn them, right? But why? Are you a prisoner? No; then why would you be out and about like this? No, you remember now. You're a servant. Yes; you are a servant to your Master/Mistress and you serve them loyally and without question. The shackles are a sign of your devotion to them. There, that's better; now you remember everything. You are an icy slave to your frigid Master/Mistress. And the reason that you are in the witch's shop is because...