Ice B1C1

My eyes flicked above her head, so her name was Weiss – it seemed to suit her. "You're the girl who's cast a spell on me. Fitting, I suppose." There were little Jaune's cheering in my head at that line, which I actually thought quite clever. I just hoped I could keep it going, since it already felt like I was getting cold feet.

Hang on a minute…

"I wasn't before, but now I am," the beautiful girl whispered as she poked my chest and walked away. I tried to follow, but for the chunks of ice creeping up my shins. Ah… was a that a no, then?

"You look like you could use a hand," the woman I'd otherwise ignored spoke from behind me. I tried to turn around to look, only to be halted midway by the ice. It wasn't creeping any higher, but it still hurt. "Oh, sorry," the feminine voice apologised as the figure stepped before me.

"Hey…" Yep, that's right – laugh at my misery. Here stands Jaune No-Friends.

"Allow me," the woman stamped down on the ice, shattering it with two solid kicks. I couldn't help but gasp and shake my feet upon gaining freedom. More to work some blood back into the frozen and numb limbs than anything else. "Are you okay?"