Crack goes the axe bit into wood, felling another dead giant. The Witch sits crosslegged upon a stump, braiding her hair, and watching the Woodsman. The Witch picks up her axe and makes her way to the Woodsman, a gentle smile on her face. He greets her with a big embrace.
The snow comes down and down with no end in sight. Cars have trouble starting and staying on path, but here we see something we don't normally. People in other cars leaving the safety and warmth to help those who cannot get free. Warmth of others isn't necessarily out of reach.