The mare runs, her legs outstretched to cover more ground. The feel of the wind through her mane and against her form is exciting. She hears the familiar roar of waterfalls before she sees the running river. Her hooves crash into the water, spraying up against her legs. The water freezes against her skin. The water she treads on begins to freeze as well, from her touch. Quickly, the ice races up her leg, freezing her in place, the momentum threatening to make her topple over. Fish try to escape the spreading ice, but are only caught in the firm grasp. The mare prepares to voice her despair, a loud whinny full of panic-but her vocal chords have already started to freeze and all that comes out is a puff of breath caught in the icy wind.
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