Ana could feel the cold seeping into her mind, but this wasn't the comforting type of cold that came on a hot summer day. This one was of frozen cliffs and people falling to frozen waters. It was pain, pure torture.
She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. She fell to the ground and felt as though she was so weighed down that she would just fall through the cave floor and into a place no man had ever explored.
Every movement caused an exploding pain. No one knew she was down here, she only wanted to help, and now she would die.
Her last conscious thought was of how she could hear the deep malicious laughter, and the cold calculated foot steps of Pitch Black.
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Frozen Apart // Frozen/RotG // Jelsa
FanfictionEDITING AND REWRITING: BEWARE She will meet him in the winter. They will meet like two swirling snowflakes, drifting, lost on the wind. They will meet, and they will fall together. Together, they'll feel more like themselves than they ever were alon...
