A "Frozen" Evening

Here follows the account of a most unpleasant night for me. In a nutshell, decisions I made in addition to factors beyond my control contributed to the first challenging night this Carolina Girl has had in the PNW.
Out of the nutshell, here's what happened. The Kitsap Peninsula was blessed with a thick blanket of snow. To spend my first Pacific snowy evening at home, I chose to watch a new movie on Netflix streaming called Frozen. You can find the detailed plot line out for yourself. It struck my curiosity because I'd never heard of it before. And foolishly I was in the mood for a good thriller, knowing full well that it would probably be pretty intense. What I met in this film were a series of extremely terrifying scenarios that did not stray far from that of reality; kind of like what Psycho and Jaws did for showers and swimming, Frozen will take care of for skiing, snowboarding or any fun-filled winter weather activity involving a ski lift or mountains.
It was fairly predictable as far as the situations and solutions with which the characters found themselves. What tapped into my vivid imagination and empathy, and still has my heart pounding, was a scene with a pack of wolves. Granted, this was a theatrical production and it should be viewed/treated as such. It's pretty difficult for me to turn off my head, however. Especially after the movie was over!
Falling asleep took a while. I did get about 2 hours of shut eye before I startled awake to the sound, well lack thereof, of the power going out. Dead silence. And it was freezing outside. Where do you think my head went? I did have the forethought while unpacking last month to put a flashlight in my bedside table. After checking on Molly I tried to go back to sleep. Nothing doing. All I could think about was a dangerously cold house if the power took a while to come back.
Shivering, I wandered the house with my phone to find a good signal to check the automated status message from our power company. Our rental house came with a wood burning stove which I think is pretty standard for this part of the country. Mark and I have already had to use it several times. A combination of frazzled nerves and sheer unfamiliarity made it difficult to get a fire going. I hadn't started a fire from scratch since I camped with my Dad in middle school! My 12-year-old self would be so ashamed. Hoping he was already awake for the day, I called Dad to get some input over the phone. He talked me through it as best he could. And as soon as I got a decent fire going...the power came back on! Fortunately the fire was still useful at warming the house back to a comfortable temperature. I finished what was left of my morning sleep, with Petey at my feet, on the sofa enjoying the wood burning stove.
What would I choose if I had a 2nd attempt at the evening? I'd go to bed EARLY without watching such an intense thriller movie all by myself. I have no interest in skiing/snowboarding -- now I really don't.
What am I thankful for? My Dad who helped me at a moment's notice and the secure, safe house that surrounded myself and my loved ones all night.