Sun filtered through the ice, refracted by the uneven surface and illuminating the water underneath. Soon, fish started to resume activity, very curious about Logan's presences in the water. They swam around his frigid body, tickling his skin. Logan occasionally tried to wave them away when he had the energy to do so, but it was a useless effort. They never stayed away for long.

At some point he no longer panicked or questioned how he was still alive. Needing to breath wasn't a problem, he could breathe in the water. He had yet to feel hunger or thirst. He spent long periods of time in a daze, not exactly asleep but not conscious either. Struggling was pointless and draining, the ice above too thick to make a reasonable dent it. He was tired and cold and.... confused? Sad? Lonely? He wasn't sure. It hurt to think too much, cold making him slow and sluggish physically and mentally.

He peered up at the ice above him. It was thinner than before, clear enough to see the outside world. A world he hadn't seen in months. His hand reached towards the ice before he completed processed what he was doing. He could almost see birds in the sky. His hand pressed against the ice, which cracked under pressure.

Could he?... no, don't get your hopes up yet.

He managed to put more pressure on the ice, watching the cracks spread in dim hope. He reached both hands towards the surface and pushed, his blood finally pumping to give him the energy he needed to fight. His icy cell door began to fracture open. He could feel the wind grace his finger tips. He felt the surge he needed to swim to the surface

Logan dragged himself to the ponds edge, cold and soaking wet to his core. He panted heavily at the effort it took, and he wasn't even out of the water yet. Fresh air filled his lungs, causing him to cough. His body shook for exhaustion, he struggled to pull himself to land, failing.

"Oh- oh goodness are you ok?" A kind voice called out. Footsteps approached him as Logan managed to look up. He was... blurry. Right, glasses. Glasses thoroughly covered in muck and water, now settled that he was out of the water.

"What do you think?" Logan rasped, his voice thick with sarcasm. He tried again to pull himself to shore, but his energy was was running out.

"Hold on, let me help-" a pair of warm arms wrapped around him and pulled him to land and onto his feet. His strength wavered, almost unable to stand. The arms held on, keeping Logan standing. One moved away and onto his glasses, a thumb cleaning away the grim.

"Swish swish~, there! Is that better?" Logan blinked in surprise at the man who had came to help. He appeared around his age, but his voice sounded younger and kinder.

"Yes, I-it is. Thank you-" Logan replied, almost forgetting to reply when about to focus on the man's appearance.

"Oh gosh! What blue eyes you have!"

"....blue?"

"Sorry, Sorry, I'm rambling. I'm Patton! And you, mister, are absolutely freezing, we need to get you warm and dried off. Come on"

Logan was given little choice as Patton dragged him off.

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(Although all of this has been on my ao3 for a while, I've decided to be mean and not post the whole fic at once.