Cold As Ice -

The town called him "The Glazier." It wasn't because of his trade, but because of his temperament. Since the accident at the quarry three years ago, Elias had moved through the world like a man carved from a glacier—sturdy, silent, and impossibly cold.

Elias didn't turn. "Plenty of people walked away that day, Sarah." Cold as Ice

"You're the one who walked away," she said, her voice a low rasp. The town called him "The Glazier

"They walked away and kept moving," she countered, sliding a hand-drawn map across the sticky mahogany bar. "You walked away and stopped. You’ve been standing in the same snowbank ever since." "Plenty of people walked away that day, Sarah

"Nothing grows, either," Sarah replied. She tapped the map. "They're reopening the site tomorrow. They say it’s a 'safety inspection,' but we know they're looking for what was left behind. If you don't help me stop them, that cold you're so fond of is going to swallow this whole town."

"The ice is safer," Elias muttered, his breath hitching. "Nothing hurts when it's frozen."