Lyon ran through the blizzard. He would go far away from Hargeon, maybe even leave Fiore entirely. The wind blew snow in his face, but he kept going.

Gray staggered away from the castle. He had to find Juvia before she found Lyon, but he was lost in a world of blinding white, his hands were turning blue, and his time was running out.

On the other side of the bay, Angel rode Rudy through the storm, heading out across the frozen water. The reindeer struggled across the icy waves, weaving around frozen ships that gave off cracking sounds. The force of the storm was shifting the ice, and it started to move the ships.

One ship was forced upward, and it keeled over on its side. Rudy carried Angel safely through falling debris, and they made it out of the way before the ship crashed down. But the ice broke under the ship's impact, and Rudy just managed to toss Angel off his back before slipping into the water.

"Rudy!" Angel stood at the edge of the ice, looking anxiously for the reindeer. A moment later he surfaced. "Good boy," sighed Angel, relieved.

Rudy snorted at her as if telling her to go find Gray.

Lyon didn't realize how nervous he was until a shadow loomed up near him, giving him a jolt. It was the princess.

"King Lyon, don't run away!"

Lyon backed away. "I have to. I just want my brother to be safe."

"Shut up!" cried Juvia. "Prince Gray came back from the mountain, weak and cold, and said Lyon froze his heart! If he dies, Juvia will never forgive you!"

"What? N-no..." Lyon's voice shook. Gray couldn't die, he just couldn't. The blizzard suddenly stopped, snowflakes suspended in mid-air. The king fell to his knees.

Gray could see now. Angel was running towards him. Gray was about to stumble to meet her, but then he heard Juvia.

"You must be punished!"

He spun around awkwardly and saw Juvia with a spear in hand. She lifted it in the air, aiming at the king. Lyon just knelt there in front of her, his grief clouding his senses.

"Lyon!" Without a second thought, Gray threw himself across the intervening distance. His numb legs somehow held out long enough for him to leap in front of Juvia as she brought the spear down.

In that instant, he froze solid. The spear struck him and broke.

Lyon, Juvia, and Angel all stared at Gray, who stood with his arms crossed in front of him in an X shape, defending his brother.

Juvia collapsed, wailing. "No, no! Prince Gray, come back! Juvia is sorry!"

Rudy quietly came up beside Angel and tucked his head under her arm. She blinked away tears.

"Gray... No..." Lyon stood up, and stared for a moment longer. Then he walked up to the ice statue and hugged it from behind. He laid his head on Gray's cold shoulder, shaking with silent sobs.

AN: Finally, the reason I gave Juvia a spear. I didn't want her slashing at Lyon here, because then Gray wouldn't be as likely to block it with crossed arms. In my original mental image of Gray saving Lyon, Gray has his arms crossed in the Iced Shell stance. But it occurred to me that sometimes the wizards block stuff with their forearms crossed in front of their faces, and I liked that stance too. So you're welcome to choose whichever one you like better, or make up your own idea of what it looks like.