A girl walks across a frozen lake in hopes of finding something or someone. The icy winds keep her head tucked tight to her shoulders. Her hat is pulled low, almost over her eyes.

They’ve got to be out here, she thought, I can hear their hums at night from my bedroom.

She moved slowly and steadily but confidently, something had a tight hold of her. Under an intense moon, the ice crystals sprang to life dancing in the air around her. She stops for a brief moment to take it in, a single deep breath and she continues on.

Her eyes darted about in the darkness as a low hum rose in every direction. _There it is, she thought, they know that I’ve arrived. Her stomach fluttered. _The hum sharply crescendoed into a roar accompanied by a stillness. The air stood at attention and waited for an invitation to budge.

She continues to inch forward unable to identify the hums origins, though she fiercely tried. In her pursuit of ‘them’ she ignored something critical, something a girl from this area should know well. One small crackle, followed by two or three more.

The ice was crying for her to abandon this path, practically screaming for her to turn back. The hum was too great and drown out all warnings, including the ones in her stomach.

The ice suddenly gasped and they welcomed her to their kingdom with all encompassing arms. It was quiet and they were no longer hungry.