"I wasn't sure I was going to make it, really. I was cold, too cold. I could see black, and then I saw light, and then black again, and I wasn't sure if that was normal when buried under the snow, or if I was going crazy. I was leaning toward the latter.
"It just hurt. It felt like my lungs were collapsing, and I could barely breath, and when I did breath, it felt like I was sucking in ice instead of air. The air was frozen, and hit my throat like shards of glass, chilling my saliva even as my body fought to retain its natural temperature. It was losing the battle. I was slowly being frozen alive."
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.