Art’s normal school trip abruptly changed when the floor of the museum hall began to violently rumble. He wasn’t thrilled with any of it, to be quite clear, but it did seem like expected behavior for an earthquake.

Alexis never knew it could be so cold. It felt like tiny, microscopic ice crystals had formed over every square inch of her bones. Then the cold decided one layer of ice wasn’t enough and formed more and more layers until you could easily confuse her actual bones for fancy ice sculptures in the shape of bones.

Alexis hated the cold with every fiber of her body.