the air inside the ice rink was crisp and cold, filled with the sharp sounds of blades carving through the ice and the excited murmurs of the audience.

you were sat in the audience, waiting for anastasia's turn to enter the ice. figure skating wasn't your thing, but she convinced you to come for moral support.

anastasia had trained tirelessly for this moment, perfecting her every move. she finally skated out onto the ice, starting her routine. she did it perfectly until the end.

she fell.