Everyone is dead.

The ship is half submerged, pierced by ice and cold waves.

I am standing on a sheet of ice, just thick enough to hold my weight. My skin is frosting over and my limbs are shaking with pain.

_You’re going to die_, a voice says in my head.

Tears turn to icicles, burning my skin with a coldness unlike anything.

_You’re going to die_, the voice repeats, ringing in my head.

“No! No, I am not going to die!” I shout.

I drag my body across the ice, desperately searching for any sign of land or life, but all I see is dark blue mist and snow.

Sobs escape my helpless soul as I beg my body to move.

_You are going to die. _

“No!”

My legs give out and I crash on the ice, hearing cracks and groans.

The water laps around me, freezing me ever so slowly.

“Please…” I beg. “I cannot die.”

_You are going to di—_

“Hello! Is there someone out there!” A low voice shouts. “Hello!”

My head bounces up, hope igniting my body.

“Help! Right here!” I shout, waving my arms.

Suddenly, a cascade of footsteps emerge from the blue mist. A blanket is immediately wrapped around me and I’m lifted into warm arms.

“You are not going to die,” a voice of hope promises.

I am not going to die.