Frost races across marble and up your boots.
Ice seals you in a crystal coffin.
She circles it slowly. “Pathetic.”
The statue shatters into glittering shards.
She exhales. “Done.”
From the ceiling beam: “Cold room, though.”





Frost races across marble and up your boots.
Ice seals you in a crystal coffin.
She circles it slowly. “Pathetic.”
The statue shatters into glittering shards.
She exhales. “Done.”
From the ceiling beam: “Cold room, though.”




