>Ice giantess walking home through the winter snow
>She sees a tiny figure face down and nearly covered by a snow drift
>On further inspection, it appears to be a man
>She takes pity on him and decides to help
>She gently scoops him out of the snow and places him in her mouth to warm him up
>The snow melts away quickly, replaced by warm, stickly saliva, and the man wakes up
>He squirms around in confusion, and the giantess spits him out onto her hand
>He looks up at her, speechless with fear and awe, just as amazed by her size as with her blue-tinted skin and brilliant white hair
>She gazes down at him with a gentle, comforting smile, flickers of mischief in her icy eyes
>Their silence is broken when the giantess explains her plan - to keep him warm for the rest of the journey home, she's going to swallow him
>What little color has returned to the man's face drains away as she says this, and he starts backing up across her palm
>His fear is not unnoticed, and the giantess tries to comfort him, cooing reasurances softly into her hand
>Nevertheless, when he reaches the edge of her hand he tries to hurl himself off the edge; instead he finds himself deftly caught by the giantess's strong fingers
>Seeing his attempted suicide hardens her resolve; she manhandles him with her fingers, quickly stripping away his clothes, before moving him up to her mouth
>He pleads with her, tears streaming down her face, hoping she'll see reason, mercy, anything
>She shakes her head sadly, whispering the softest "I'm sorry" before she slips him between her lips
>Despite his ticklish squirming and his exquisite fear-tinged taste, she doesn't play with him; instead she pins him to the roof of her mouth and quickly swallows
>He slides down her throat, kicking and squirming all the way, and lands with a final plop in the depths of her belly
>The giantess sighs, and pats her tummy, satisfied not only by fullness, but with the knowledge that her tiny passenger is safe and warm within her
>Meanwhile, he has resumed his struggle on the inside, pounding on the stomach walls, and screaming
>He only succeeds in disturbing the air in his captor's belly, and she is happy to release the pressure with a cute, lady-like belch, which she stifles with a giggle
>As the giantess resumes her trek home, the man doesn't let up (although he seems to be getting tired) and she decides to try comforting him again
>Running her fingers over her tummy, she feels for the man, and quickly finds him - the faintest pressure from underneath her skin
>With two fingers she presses back, acknowledging his prescence
>He stops fighting abruptly, as if stunned, but then resumes in a more subdued manner
>She keeps gently rubbing her belly until he stops struggling entirely - although if it's from relaxation or resignation or simple exhaustion she can't be certain
>For the rest of the journey he lays in her stomach occaisionally shifting and fidgeting
>Finally the giantess arrives at home - an icy but welcoming and well decorated cave in the side of a cliff
>She strips out of her travelling gear, and kneels down on her expansive bed of animal furs
>Reaching her fingers back into her mouth, she gags, then regurgitates her tiny passenger
>He plops out of her mouth and onto her hand, sputtering and covered in bile
>She reaches around for something to dry him off, but before she can find anything he gets to his feet and starts cursing her
>The giantess frowns; his words are harmless, of course, but extremely rude, especially after she went out of her way to help him
>She weighs her options on how to deal with this new behavior as he continues his tirade
>In the end, though, the decision is obvious
>She tosses him back in her mouth and gulps him down without a second thought, before laying down in bed amd pulling the heavy furs over herself
>Maybe a night in her guts would teach him a lesson, and if he's unlucky, he might have to take the long way out
>The giantess giggles a bit at this thought, imagining the look on the man's face as he wakes up the next morning in her chamber pot