His teeth chattered, violent, devastating shudders racking his frame.

"Victor, please hang on," his friend urged, biting his lip. He held Victor in his arms, embracing him in an attempt to keep him warm.

"Ser, I'm tired," Victor slurred. His lips were blue and cracked.

"Please stay awake for me," he whispered, pushing a lock of Victor's snow-dusted hair off his face. His skin was like ice.

Victor nestled against his friend's shirt, eyelids falling. "It's cold," he mumbled.

His breath started to slow, and his friend had to struggle to hold back tears.

"Victor?" his friend rasped.

He brought his hand to Victor's cheek.

It was cold.