Drakken broke the surface of the freezing water and gasped for air. Cold. So cold. Panting, he clawed his way across the ice. Behind him, he heard Shego, gasping and coughing on the other side of the hole.
"P-Possible just tried to kill us," Drakken yelped. He stood up slowly and rubbed his hands together, trying to regain some feeling.
"We have t-to make a f-fire." Shego stood too, tripping over herself as she did so. She stumbled her way to the next room, hugging her arms and shivering violently. There were several logs in the fireplace of the room Drakken and Shego had been using as a lounge, and she tried to ignite her hands to light it. Her powers flickered, then died.
Wordlessly, Drakken appeared beside her, taking the lighter from the side of the fireplace and igniting it. "Th-thanks," Shego managed. She blinked twice, suddenly exhausted. No, she had to stay awake. She slipped off her gloves and took her own pulse against her neck. It was slow and faint. Her powers felt stuck, almost, like they'd frozen in her veins.
Drakken draped a thick blanket over both of them, and Shego felt the ice at the ends of her hair melt as they dripped down her back. She burrowed as close as she could to Drakken, and he put his arm around her.
They were both still shivering fiercely, but it was better beside Drakken. She put an arm around his waist and focused on his body heat.