Happiness that could kill

Part III

"Don't move, Jane." Her brother shouted. "We will find a way to get you out of there!" 

But how? Jane thought. How could he save her? There was no way of him reaching her in time without breaking the ice entirely. And then both of them would drown.
Jane clenched to the fur around her shoulders which was keeping her warm from the cold wind that was whipping through the forest clearing in which middle they were standing. She thought about throwing the fur off, it would soak with the icy water, would become heavy and pull her down even faster. Jane tried to find a logical way to get out. Without the fur coat, maybe she would be able to keep her head over water. Until her brother would be close enough to rescue her. Too many 'woulds', thought Jane. 
She looked down at her feet. Her ice skates she built herself with her brother William seemed now really heavy and too much for the fragile ice beneath them.
She remembered how happy and utterly proud the two of them were when William and her finally finished them. And now that happiness would be the death of her.
She looked again at her older brother. He had taken off his ice skates to have more balance. For her, that wasn't even an option.