The last thing he would remember, would be the blast from Twinrova. The fire was on his skin, and the trauma ended the bit of life he had left. The agony turned to warmth quickly, to the point that Sheik could barely remember if it happened at all. He could hear whispers from the three sisters, one of whom would take his hand and lead him to where he would awake.
Heat would become icy cold, goosebumps coming up on his body. His head was against something hard, and the rest of him half submerged and floating in what he could assume was water. Sheik could not quite open his eyes, everything trying to keep him in this state of limbo. Where, or when was he did not matter - he was alive, by some miracle... But what was he to do now?
When he was able to properly engage his body in to moving, he clenched his hand that once held the triforce and his eyes tried to open. There was snow, ice... Where was he supposed to be? Or rather, when. He would find out soon enough but for now he let his eyes close again. The world would still be there after a few moments of rest - he hoped that was.