He was so happy, they were finally on their way to elsewhere. It was to late that Jonas realized this hill wasn't entirely safe.

The runners of the sled skidded off course when they made contact with the ice. Jonas clutched Gabriel to him as they were thrown from the sled. Jonas felt a pain like he never had in any memory. He looked down and say the many jagged cuts and scraps the journey had earned him, and then to the deep crimson gash a razor piece of ice had cut into his abdomen. He fell to his knees breathing heavily, trying to overcome the pain. The snow stained red beneath him. For a moment Jonas watched the blood seep from the wound with a morbid fascination, but soon he lost that small amount of energy and collapsed in the snow. The cold over came his finally still body, covering him in the icy crystals.

The only sound that could be heard in this barren winter world were the sounds of a baby crying for his fallen caretaker, and soon even that lonely wail died down, until it was nothing more than a distant memory.