White forest silence

What was a girl like me doing skiing through the Siberian forest? I'm a botanist; it was just a field trip, at least that’s what I told myself.
I'm Ellen from Alaska, I could handle the winter forest. I’d once have laughed if you’d told me the truth. In Siberia ancient primordial forces are at work; I’d have laughed.
But then I met one.
She’s a Mother I now know; the other’s her daughter, sort of. I’m her daughter too now, I don’t know what she saw in me; I’m just glad she adopted me. Beautiful though it is, evil stalks the white forest. I'd play my part in the struggle against it; you don't mess with Alaskan girls. My Mother has a way about her; vast, pure and mysterious.
I'd learn secrets aeons old from her; trust me, a girl just can’t resist.