Now, instead of sweating like mad, I'm shaking violently as my teeth chatter loud for all to hear.

Mid walks on, occasionally brushing frost of his dusty hands. Of course he's immune to the cold.

Sid literally burns through the snow, his hyper nature causing him to bound on ahead, at least helping clearing an ice free path.

"ATCHOOO!" I sneeze, head jerking back.

"Woah, are... you okay?" Mid stares at me, confused, probably not understanding how I feel, having never felt cold.

"Yeah... its just..ahh.....ahhhh..... ATCHOOOOO! Really... sniff..... cold."

He frowns, trying to understand why this weird nose is made as I sneeze all over the place.

"Why are you making that sound? I'm sorry, Dirtmen don't-"

"Yeah yeah I...ah....CHOO! ...know... Dirtmen don't feel a.....AHHHH...ah... cold."

He looked at me, trying to register what was happening.

"Is... will this help?" He steps close, hanging an arm around me, in a side hug.

I stiffen, reddening.

"Does this help?" He asks, innocent to how awkward he made this.

"Uhhh... its... warmer.. but not that much." I say, squeaking. "And we can't walk right like this."

"Oh, alright." He breaks off. "Sorry."

"Its alright." I reply quickly.

Well, he definitely succeeded in warming me up.

My cheeks are burning in embarrassment.

"Hey, Sid! Slow down!" Mid called out, seeing his friend bounding onward. 

"Its fine, Mid! I'm melting everything! Nothing's gonna happen!" Sid chirped, before Khuha's voice cut in.

"WHOOHOOOOO!"

They ran off, in hyperactive 'boing's.

I narrowed my eyes, peering on ahead.

I saw snow, snow and more snow.

Trees, snow, snow, a bush, snow, snow.

Snow, snow, a frozen lake, snow, snow.

Snow, bush, snow, snow, tree, snow.

Sno-

Wait...

Frozen lake?

Realisation struck me hard and I stopped in my tracks.

"Khuha! Sid! Get back! NOW!" I hollered, eyes wide.

Mid looked at me, puzzled. "Whats wrong?"

"THE LAKE!" I screeched. "SID STOP!!"

Mid snapped back, as my words seeped in. He spun in Sid's direction, the hyper boy of flames steps away from the layer of ice.

"SID! SID! STOP STOP STOP!!" Mid shouted, in panic, running as fast as he could.

But Sid was oblivious to our cries of warning.

I watched in slow horror, as his foot touched the ice, tendrils of steam whistling from where his foot touched. 

Cracks sped across the ice, surrounding him.

His heat melted the ice, soon creating a crater within milliseconds in the ice.

"NO!"

But it was too late.

The floor broke beneath him, the icy cold water swallowing him whole, as we watched, his head disappear beneath the surface.