She hated fire. It just wasn't her element. Sasuke had been so good with it that when she was a girl she thought it would be easy to work with; until the first time she tried her own fireball and it exploded in her face.
But she had always been persistent. She didn't have much going for her, but she did have stubbornness, and that was the only reason she was here today. She was damn stubborn. So stubborn she had worked with fire every day for a long time, trying to get used to it. She knew she would never be easy with it, nothing compared to what Sasuke had been as a child even, but when that got her down she only had to remind herself that Sasuke was a natural genius, and she would go on.
So she was comfortable enough with fire now to be doing this procedure. She took a deep breath and cleared her mind. Setsuna lay on the table, shivering with his chest exposed to the air. Sakura put a hand on his chest and looked down into his chakra. It was so cold, she felt like her fingers were icing up. So cold she would get frostbite if she stayed in contact with him for too long.
She didn't think of Misa. She didn't think of Setsuna or herself. She thought only of the procedure, the cold, the heat. It was simple; if his chakra was frozen, then all it needed was a little fire.