Whitefish River I'm not a flower

Prim's eyes widened. "But won't it be too harsh for us to live?," she asked in amazement if even the trees dies in winter!!! She couldn't imagine a world without trees. What would everything look like? It would be very empty that was for sure. She had perhaps taken everything too literally. The girl frowned as she looked around, wondering if some trees were already affected.

"Represent?," she asked with a frown. She kept it on her face when she nodded. "I don't know what is me?," she said then, sadly. Because how would she know what is her. "Are there any other names you have for me?"