He knelt. The sphere seemed to grow, its surface a smoky mirror showing him a pale, frightened face he didn't recognize. Don’t think about the sticking. Don’t think about the melting. Just… close the circuit.
As Jace walked out of the white cube, his hands throbbed with a strange, numb heat. He realized the trainer had been right. It wasn't the cold he had feared. It was the silence of his own heat, the thought of it being stolen. And now, he knew how to be quiet, too. cold fear trainer
"Excellent," the voice said, warmth returning to the room in a wave. The floor thawed. Jace’s hands, stuck to the sphere, began to steam. As the heat returned, the ice cracked, and he dropped the sphere. It shattered on the floor. He knelt