Witness This

You might find within a freezing wasteland of terror and despair. Precious cargo has been lost, and so you are left to wander, starving and fearful. Fear will curdle into rage for all things. For man, for kin, for the divine. Your ire will beg of you to consume, and you will not protest. Of course, this place is not real. Not at all. Instead, these horrid visions are kept within the mind and soul. A portrait made by loving hands holds within it a vow of endless torment that cannot be escaped from through mania. One may retrieve it from the tormented mind if they seek to end her nightmare.

[!] The easiest method is to show her herself. Do what you will.