A short fiction containing various parings; the war is taking place and the team must cross a frozen lake in order to contribute, and avoid freezing to death. The only way they can survive is if they are willing to set aside their differences and help each other…

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The wind rushed violently over the darkened sky. Naked trees shuddered as blasts challenged the last hanging branches. Below, ghostly figures danced about the icy ground. The figures dipped and tumbled creating miniature whirlwinds.

"It's so cold," Sakura griped.

Her hair flew around her face.

The team had been waiting for several minutes, but with the chill in the air it felt like hours. Naruto, Sakura, Hinata, Kiba, Gaara and Matsuri; from the looks of the group it appeared as if the deviser had been in a hurry.

The temperature was dropping, and the party had been waiting long enough.

An unknown jonin dashed towards the waiting company.

"Here," he held a scroll.

Sakura took it and examined the document, the others following. They expected nothing less; their mission was to cross a boarder into different lands. Their current grounds had become uninhabitable and now the war had moved itself.

"Good luck," the jonin saluted and sprinted away.

Their was no time to waste. Immediately the band began to move. They would have to cross icy waters in order to achieve their destination. A man could freeze to death, but if you kept moving then their was a chance. Once they got to the lake their would be no stopping. It was now or never.