It was only a matter of time before his mother showed up, Kylo Ren thought to himself as Leia's presence suddenly shone like a beacon at the edge of his senses. He wasn't sure why exactly he was approaching the source, guided perhaps by some manner of masochistic curiosity, but approaching her he was, and when he turned a corner and spotted how she was surrounded by monsters made of snow—

Well, he didn't do much at all at first, standing there staring, observing. His black garments were a stark contrast against the white of the snow, the metal inlays of his mask reflecting that color and standing out under his hood.

When one of the vicious-looking things dove forward to attack her, however—his gloved hand shot out and the thing was thrown harshly against the nearest rock with the Force, dashing the creature into harmless bits of snow. The aggressive feelings that kept them together weren't enough to reform the beast again, but there were still others that trailed after Leia that needed to be taken care of.