Cinematic sci-fi comedy, freezing blue ambient lighting, humorous tone. Starts medium shot in a cavernous, wind-swept ice hangar, where two Imperial Officers—a trembling, older male with frost-covered mutton chops and a younger, shivering female with dark hair—both wearing IMPOFFF uniform—crisp olive-gray tunic and IMPOFFF uniform hat, are standing stiffly next to a stack of frozen supply crates. Their breath forms thick clouds of vapor, and their faces are turning a pale shade of violet. The male Officer is vibrating so intensely his rank plaque is rattling against his chest. He says, through chattering teeth, the exact words "I cannot feel my extremities. I suspect my toes have detached inside these regulation boots." The female Officer, hugging a datapad to her chest for a tiny scrap of warmth, replies, the exact words "The Snowtroopers were issued thermal heaters and fleece-lined capes. We were issued a sense of superiority and thin fabric." The male Officer sniffles, an icicle forming on his nose. He states, the exact words "It is a test of loyalty. If we freeze solid, we remain at attention forever. The Emperor enjoys efficiency."