Bells ring softly, snowflakes falling. Moon illuminates gentle slopes of snow. Choir in the distance whispers a lullaby, and candles flicker in warm windowsills.
The cold heart beats, frozen as ice, charcoal eyes a mask of severity. Dark cloak hangs, shielding from outside chill. Fists clench reflexively.
Then a sigh, fingers loosed from their hold. The frozen hearts slumps, falls to the ground, heedless of the numbing snow.