Summary: At 2:45 pm on January 15, 1915, Krista Lenz went skating. At 3:27 pm, she screamed at the top of her lungs as she made a futile attempt to pull herself out of a freezing lake when the ice broke underneath her. At 3:30 Krista Lenz died.
One hundred years later, Ymir Hirsh moves into a house by a particularly unsettling lake. After several questionable situations, she starts to wonder why her new house is trying to talk to her. She's just imagining things, ghosts can't be real... right?

She glided across the ice, her skates engraving lines in the surface almost like a freshly dipped paint brush on a canvas. She leaped into the air and landed as she twirled on the tip of her right skate. The lake had frozen over better than ever in the last month than she had ever seen in her life. She relished at the feeling of the cold air on her face as she once again pressed forward, turning and continuing backwards, every now and then leaping into the air.

She paused at the edge of the ice, taking the entire lake into view. She reached a hand into her right pocket and held firmly to a silver locket, wrapping it around her index and middle finger. If she got enough speed going around the lake she could finally do it, the move she had been working on for months to perfect. She let go of the necklace and took her hand out of her pocket. She turned around to the land where there laid the only few houses for about three miles to the south. She bowed to an imaginary crowd that stood on the shoreline waiting for her to start her masterpiece. She turned once again to the lake and pushed forward, putting her whole body into going as fast as she possibly could.

Upon approaching the first turn, she put one foot across the other and gracefully followed the path of ice ahead of her. She turned again, this time heading towards the center of the lake. She picked up more speed, this time she was going to make it. She finally leaped into the air, throwing her entire body backwards while she spun herself in a 360 twist. She landed the twist/flip with her arms and one leg outstretched towards the horizons. A huge smile made it's way onto her face. She crossed her arms over her chest and spun on the tip of her skate before finishing her set, sliding her foot on the ground and facing the shore. With closed eyes she bowed again to her imagination. A feeling of warmth bled through the cold and found it's way into her body. She straightened back up and smiled even wider soaking in every moment of this feeling. She did it!

Crack

The noise snapped her out of her daze. Her eyes flew open as she looked down at the white surface below her, only to see it starting to crack and break apart. Her eyes widened as the cracks and creased got wider and deeper, putting out her right foot, she started to run on the ice, back towards the shore. The ice beneath her suddenly gave way and cracked, plunging her into the freezing cold. any warmth she felt had left her body as she desperately tried to pull herself up to the surface. "HELP!" She screamed, but she knew deep inside that no one would be there to save her.

The ice that had been holding her from the shoulders up finally broke. Her whole body was submerged in the water. She couldn't feel a thing but the cold. The ice on top suddenly refroze. She took her fist and pounded as hard as she could, but it was in vain. She started to feel herself slipping and stopped putting up a fight. She was so tired. She reached a hand towards the surface as her eyes slipped shut. She thought of everything in her life up to that moment. Finally, she slipped into the dark abyss, knowing she'd never feel that warmth again.

She found herself sitting in the dark. Instead of a quite, peaceful oblivion, it made her restless and fearful. She looked around, well, she thought she did. It was hard to tell if her eyes were open of not. She looked off to the right and saw a bright light that burned into her retinas. Her body betrayed her as she moved towards the only thing she could currently see. As she became closer, the light grew around, engoulfing her in it's presence. Once again she couldn't see anything. Out of the light came a large figure.

The large shadowy figure came into view the closer it got to her. It was a man with short blonde hair and thick eyebrows, his angular jaw looking like it could cut glass. He extended a hand out to her with a soft smile placed on his face, as scared as she was, she couldn't help but feel safe with this man. She placed her hand into his and stood up again. She brushed her shoulder length blonde hair back over her shoulder and looked up at the man again. He was a lot taller than 4'11", standing at a little over six feet.

"Hello, Historia Reiss," He said with a soft smile still on his face. "Or should I refer to you as Krista Lenz?"

"How do you know my name?"