Warmth.

It was all he could think off as the cold sensation envelops his core. Theodore doesn't remember how long he's been paralyzed at the same spot, but due to his numbing limbs, he could only deduce it's been hours.

The dulling pain on his back only worsen as every second ticks by, and even the act of staying conscious requires a million effort to do so. His blood, cold and ichor-like, stains the pristine snow with its gnarly, charcoal hues.

As he lets the frigid air enter his lungs, he notice a figure? No... not a figure. A person approaching his direction!

"Please, help me." The redhead spoke with a sigh. He tried reaching his arm, but his strength has failed him.

His limbs sinks further into the blanket of frost, as he fell deeper and deeper in its tempting embrace.

'Will I make it?' Theo thought to himself.