Travelling couldn't have been more badly timed. The blizzard rocked Jayce's poor mother as she struggled to hold up her younger one under her arm.

Icy winds attacked her neck due to her own sacrifice of her scarf that had been wrapped around Jayce's shoulders, providing a mask for half of his face. She could feel her hands giving up around her kiddo's coat as she struggled to hold him up against the winds and the constant slash of snow and ice against their bodies.

Everything felt like a timer of who was going to drop first, and when.

That was, until Jayce suddenly felt the lack of his mothers grip on him as she dropped to the side, passing out from the cold; her index and middle fingers didn't seem to curl when she passed out on the snow due to frostbite. Jayce desperately grabbed at his mother, listening to her breath as it slowed more and more, causing his panic to make him sweat cold drop on his forehead.

"Help! Please!"

He couldn't yell too loud from exhaustion but god did he try his hardest to strain his voice, to echo his pleads until it seemed to reach someone's ear; he squinted his eyes against the winds and ice to see a glimpse at hopes. A silhouette beyond the mist and fog of the blizzard, slowly making its way to the two.