Frozen by Nick Trussler

Her body lay already frozen on the ice when the doctor approached. She was about eight years old, dressed in a winter overcoat that was too big for her. Her lips were already blue and her blonde hair was stuck to the ice. It made it difficult for the doctor to turn her on her back without ripping her hair out. A small breath escaped her mouth. Despite the futility of it the doctor bent over and blew hot air into her mouth and tried to shake her awake. Her lips were frozen. The doctor picked her up with some difficulty, for someone so small she was surprisingly heavy. He walked along the ice trying not to slide, treading carefully. The sudden sound of the cracking of ice sent a shiver down his spine, leaving him frozen on the spot.