(Warning: This one paragraph may contain description of mentioning of skin and whatnot. Viewers are advised.)

Victoria grabbed a whole of Zephyr's hand, feeling the cold skin. Her pupils lowered, her heart began to thump out of her chest. The touch she felt wasn't the same coldness she knew, like the one you'd feel in the Winter. But the frostbite feel, you'd imagine in the Antarctic if you didn't wear anything as you slowly turn into ice then your skin slowly begins to chip off.