A/N: Hey guys, sorry about the delay today! I was quite surprised when I checked my notes and realized that for some reason I have decided to write about Cana - how have I decided she would even come near a frozen lake? In the end, this is the only plot I could have thought of. I hope you like it!
Also, happy Granny March for those, who celebrate it! I forgot about it yesterday, but today at school everybody ended more decorated than Chirstmas trees.
Some people could do whatever they made up their minds to and then go beyond. Once they had found their goal, nothing - even the hanging scythe of death over their heads - could stop them. They could brave the elements and fight the darkness over and over and over.
Cana had never been like that. Whenever she had realized she could not do something, she would simply give up and return to her old, proved love - endless amounts of good alcohol. Why then, some people around her had different ideas - for example, her dad, who was forcing her to stay out in the cold to learn ice-skating?
She had to admit it to him - it took a lot of guts to call oneself a teacher if one was falling more than their student. But then again, that worked only against people with common sense or shame - two things her dad had always lacked.
"Is it not time for us to go home?" she after Gildarts had fallen once again and was struggling to stand up. "I don't see us doing anything more in the next few hours."
"Are you asking me to give up, Cana? You know that's impossible," said Gildarts while trying to push himself from the ice, but his hands kept slipping. "Especially if I am doing something for you!"
How cruel would it be to leave her dad and go home? By now she could be in the guild, sitting near the fireplace and drinking alone the hours away - a nice way to spend the cold days. Instead, she had to watch her dad failing to stand up on the ice. Sometimes being a good person took too much a tool.
"Look how I'm doing it," Cana said in the end. Trying to remember some basics she had picked up from making Gray company, she let herself fall sideways. Then she put feet between her hands and pushed herself up. "Now do it, too."
Even with the right technique, it took Gildarts one attempt too many to rise. "You are great, Cana!" said he tearfully after he had managed to stand up. "You have grown so fast - I should have been your teacher, but you…" He coughed from all the crying. "You are so much better than me! Your father should have thought you that - but your father did not bother showing even once in your life…"
"I'm putting up with this only once," murmured Cana and hugged her dad. "Listen well," said she aloud, "You should not have left mom. I should have told you earlier. But if we spent our time together wondering only what we should have done, we would do nothing. Are you going to keep repeating your mistakes, or are you going to skate with me?"
Her father nodded quickly, brushing off his tears. When had Cana become the braver one?
