It's cold

Peter thought.

and dark... and why am I underwater?

He looked at his hands, which are visibly dark, as you can possibly notice since he thought of that as well.

With all his might, Peter swam to nowhere in particular. What was strange is that he had no difficulty breathing underwater, but as strange as it already is, he can also feel water gushing into his throat, but was not uncomfortable in any way. Well, more like he did not really care about it.

Peter could not calculate how long he was underwater (as he probably don't have any skills to do that), but he finally found light, which he followed and eventually...

Snow...?

He thought, his feet still paddling underwater.

The former emperor of Russia looked around the trees and grass covered in white. It was the brightest scenery he has ever seen.

No.

On second thought, the scenery was the second brightest, as no one could ever compare the brightness and glow of his beloved Catherine.

Catherine...

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With all the strength he has, he pushed himself up, but his cape is bringing him down.

For the first few tries, he did not mind the cape, however, after multiple tries, his frustration build up and he tore his cape. Down the cape went into the endless lake and he triumphantly got out of the water, still feeling cold, but not the kind of cold where your body would feel numb. The kind of cold that was just there, you feel it but you don't really mind it too much. 

Peter started walking. 

A few steps later, he realizes he doesn't know where the north is.

Never you mind that

He thought

I'm smart enough to find my way home

He continued walking. He looks down at his shoes, wet and cold. He looks at his clothes, no different to his shoes. He looks at his hands, now visibly clear due to the light, and noticed how pale his skin was.

Am I this pale? Or is it just my skin glowing?

It was definitely not his skin glowing. Peter was just open to the thought of that.

He continued walking on the icy lake and as he drew closer to land, he noticed a middle-aged man riding a cart pulled by a donkey. Peter hurriedly walked (he did not want to run as that would be unkingly-like), however, the cart was slowly distancing itself from him, his walk was now more of a run.

"Peasant"

The man turned three-quarters but brushed it off as if he did not hear anything

"I know you can hear me" Peter said

It was not possible to hear someone fifty meters away from you while riding a cart with an old loud wheel, but Peter thought otherwise.

"Peasant!" this time, Peter's voice was louder

The man finally stopped the cart and turned his way. Peter stopped fast walking and walked as normal people does.

"What you want?" the man grumpily said

"Take me to the palace" 

The middle-aged man looked at him up and down, spat on the ground, then commanded his donkey that they be on their merry way. Peter ran again to keep up with the cart

"I'll give you money" 

With this statement, the man stopped his cart and allowed the former emperor of Russia to ride with him.