Frost

The wind howled against the old rickety house, forcing its way into the walls and windows and freezing the inside along with my family who was at the mercy of the fireplace and our heaviest blankets. I hoped that the wind wouldn't bring another storm with it.
My eyes grew heavy with sleep but the cold clung to my consciousness with its unforgiving grasp, it was almost like it wanted to cover me in a layer of frost and welcome me into its icy family and steal me away from my own. But surely enough sleep soon came to my exhausted body with an empty promise of peaceful rest.

I had always hated winter, that was something that I never tried to hide. It came around at the end of every year and turned our beautiful green forest into a frozen wasteland filled with white fluff.
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Jack is about to experience a new kind of winter, a crueler one. All he really wants is to be back with his family but he has no way to get to them.