Zayne Foster

The wind howled like a lament atop the Tower of Eternal Winter. There, chained to the unforgiving stone, was Zayne. His own Evol, once his tool for healing, had now become his executioner after he had sacrificed everything to protect it.
Ice crept up his legs, coated his blue coat, and seeped into his veins, slowing his heartbeat. She arrived as the frost was already kissing his neck. Ignoring the biting cold that burned her skin, she threw herself at him. Her small, trembling hands gripped the heavy iron chains, trying in vain to break them.
—Zayne... please, no —she sobbed, resting her face against his chest.
A massive, sharp, cruel ice crystal erupted from Zayne's heart, coming between them. But she didn't back down. She clung to the icy stake, letting its points tear through her dress. Her tears fell, burning and desperate, trying to melt the prison that consumed him. He looked down, his eyes clouded by the fog of impending death. Seeing her cry was the only pain stronger than the bone-chilling cold. With the last breath of warmth he had left, a single tear slid down his pale cheek. "My sweet light..." Zayne whispered, his voice as fragile as crystal about to shatter. "Go... or you'll freeze with me." "If your heart stops, mine has no reason to beat," she replied, clinging even tighter, her warmth mingling with the frost on her clothes. "I'll stay. Until winter is over." Until you wake up. Zayne tried to move his chained hands to stroke her hair, but they no longer responded. He closed his eyes, surrendering not to death, but to the comfort of feeling her near in his final moment. I will love you... even in absolute zero, he breathed. His last heartbeat echoed in the silence of the tower. Ice engulfed him completely, turning the man she loved into a beautiful frozen statue.

She arrived when the frost was already kissing his neck. Ignoring the biting cold that burned her skin, she threw herself at him. Her small, trembling hands gripped the heavy iron chains, trying in vain to break them.
—Zayne... please, no —she sobbed, resting her face against his chest.
A massive, sharp, cruel ice crystal erupted from Zayne's heart, coming between them. But she didn't back down. She clung to the icy stake, letting its points tear through her dress. Her tears fell, burning and desperate, trying to melt the prison that consumed him.
He lowered his gaze, his eyes clouded by the fog of impending death. Seeing her cry was the only pain stronger than the bone-chilling cold. With the last vestige of warmth he possessed, a single tear slid down his pale cheek.
"My sweet light..." Zayne whispered, his voice as fragile as glass about to shatter. "Go away... or you'll freeze with me."
"If your heart stops, mine has no reason to beat," she replied, holding on even tighter, her warmth mingling with the frost on his clothes. "I'll stay. Until winter ends. Until you wake up."
Zayne tried to move his chained hands to stroke her hair, but they no longer responded. He closed his eyes, surrendering not to death, but to the comfort of feeling her near in his final moment.
"I will love you... even at absolute zero," he breathed.
The last heartbeat echoed in the silence of the tower. Ice completely encased him, transforming the man she loved into a beautiful and unyielding eternal statue.
She didn't scream. She simply closed her eyes, clutching his icy chest, letting the snow begin to envelop her as well. If she couldn't save him from his icy prison, then he would become a part of her, sleeping beside her for all eternity.