Kate completes her challenge

"Shit! Fuck! Shit!"

Kate cursed as she ran over the frozen ground, her bare feet occasionally sinking into the deeper-than-expected snow drifts.

She hugged her breasts tightly, her nipples as hard as diamonds, preventing them from swaying in time with her loping run. This unfortunately meant that her shaved pussy was exposed to the harsh elements, which was the main reason so many unseemly words were falling out of Kate's mouth.

It hadn't taken long for Kate to reach her destination, but it had still been long enough for sweat to perspire and then freeze onto her bare skin.

Out of breath and with her breasts heaving, Kate unslung her bow and tried to grab an arrow. To her alarm, she discovered that her numb fingers refused to obey her commands. She tried every trick in the book to get her hands working again: rubbing them together and blowing on them, shoving under her armpits, even sticking them in her mouth.

The moment Kate was able to wiggle her fingers again, she snatched up her bow, notched an arrow and took aim.

Years of practice meant that archery now came naturally to her, but this was the first time Kate had done so outside completely in the nude.

If she wasn't the one experiencing it, Kate would have laughed at what someone might think if they looked out the window and saw her. Stark naked, snow gently falling on her bare shoulders, melting in her dark hair and building up around her small bare feet and slender legs, breasts erect and nipples as hard as diamonds, her breathing temporarily paused as she prepared to fire.

The moment the arrow was loosened, Kate wrapped her arms around her torso once again and stamped her feet. Why the hell had she agreed to do this?! What a lame way for the great Kate Bishop to go, freezing to **** naked in the snow because of some stupid dare.

The arrow flew towards it's target...but the wind made it veer off target and land short.

"Fuck!"

Kate realised that she had forgotten to account for the wind. A stupid, rookie mistake. A sob involuntarily escaped her lips as she tried to wipe away the tears that quickly froze on her cheeks. The Antarctic was surely warmer than this!

Notching another arrow, and with her fingers rapidly losing feeling one again, Kate readjusted her aim, calculated the expected trajectory, and fired. The arrow slammed into the bell...but no noise reverberated out.

With hands back under her armpits, legs threatening to give way and lip being thoroughly chewed, the freezing girl attempted to gather her scrambled thoughts and devise a way to solve the problem.

She needed to attach an accessory to her arrow that would allow it to latch onto and pull down the rope. Usually, Kate would use one of the many handy tools she carried within her archery gear...but of course all of that was back in her room, warm and dry far away in her room. Kate couldn't believe she was jealous of an inanimate object!

Slapping herself in the face to focus her concentration at the matter at hand, Kate struggled over to the nearest tree, as bare as she was. With much effort that involved a lot of kicking and pulling, Kate finally managed to remove some branches. Despite her hands shaking madly, Kate managed to fashion a makeshift device. She took up her position once more.

The arrow sailed through the air, dropped into the bell tower...and yanked the rope downwards. Kate let out a scream of delight as the bell tolled. Not wanting to be outside in the frigid temperatures a moment longer than she needed to be, Kate sprinted back towards the sanctuary of the dorms...or as fast as one can sprint with feet feeling like two blocks of ice on to end of her shaking legs.

The nude archer was breathing heavily as she skidded below the archway and out of the worst of the snow. Kate didn't know which she wanted more: to see the look on her friends faces, or to be dressed again.

Actually, she did know.

The sooner a bra was cupping her breasts, a pair of socks was warming her feet and a jacket was wrapped around her torso, the better.