You have to admit, you were excited about this trip when you planned it. A few months saving up your wages from working at the campus coffee shop. You're by no means a rich girl, indeed you have a few student loans hanging over your head, but by the time winter break of your sophomore year arrived you'd stashed away enough money to really live it up over your vacation. It seemed like a simple plan. Pick a nice ski resort, drive up there, and just live like a princess for a week.
Now as you arrived, you aren't so sure. You've listened to the radio during your drive, hearing the forecasts of one of the worst winter storms ever bearing down on the area. The prospect of you being stranded at the resort is very real, but at the same time you really can't turn around. Being stranded at a ski resort is still preferable to being stranded in the middle of nowhere. So you press on, the roads still clear for now as you pull your car into the resort lot and park.
The receptionist at the desk is friendly enough as you go to pick up your chalet key. She's a freckled brunette that doesn't look much older than you, her name tag saying "Nina." Though you saw a lot of long faces on the way to the desk at the news of the storm bearing down, Nina certainly gives no sign of being bothered at the thought of being snowed in...