Do You See It, Winter?

No matter the origin of one's demeanor, the feeling of powerlessness and failure in a decisive moment may forever be all-consuming at the moment of realization. The beauty of a prestigious, elegant facade remains steadfast - while the constant tendrils of doubt crawl behind, tapping at the glass and circling with a desperation to break out. What would happen if Winter, an individual of such composed disposition, finds himself, and his perception of who he should be, like a heavy footstep atop a lake of snow-blanketed ice?