A shiver ran down his spine, not from the cold, but from the strange energy that seemed to emanate from the frozen mass. He took a step back, his eyes never leaving the shadowy figure. It seemed almost alive, suspended in perfect stillness.
The frost and imperfections in the ice played tricks on his mind, creating the illusion of movement—a shift of the head, a twitch of a limb. But it was impossible, wasn’t it? It had to be. A million thoughts ran through his mind as he tried to comprehend what he was looking at.