If I misstep even just a centimeter, everything will shatter beneath me. I'll be plunged into inhumanly cold temperatures. I could very easily be trapped forever and die, not a soul left to find me so far down.  I don't remember how I got here, but I'm regretting whatever it is that I did.

I take a hesitant step and instantly recoil when I hear an unwelcome sound. I can't look down. I might panic. I'm on thin ice, and I can feel it cracking.