Bella ran and ran to the dungeon, tears running down her eyes.
How could she do that?
How could she hurt the man that she loved?
What was even wrong with her?
Why was she letting hate get the better part of her judgement?
She ran and ran with a speed she had never known before, determined to get to Ivan.
When she reached the doors, she yelled at the top of her lungs.
“Open the doors! Open them now”
Her robe swept into the dungeon cells and she raced towards Ivan, feeling like the worst human in the world.
When she managed to get the dungeon open, she leapt into the room.
But it was too late.
There sat Ivan at the corner of the room, ice covering his entire frame.
Not a single part of him was without Ice and he looked like he had suffered a long time before dying, for the winte
