She was so caught up in the perfect clarity of the frozen lake that she didn't even notice what was swimming towards her, propelling its serpentine body on unsettlingly human hands. Even the cracks in the ice were somehow perfect to her - a shame that her camera was focusing on the large eyes moving steadily closer to her than the ice itself.
It jolted her from the hypnotically perfect beauty of the surface and she found herself too scared to stand and skate back to the safety of the pier. Instead of calmly assessing the thickness of the ice and realising that it would take far more strength than such a slim creature cold possibly possess, she did the worst thing someone could do on a frozen lake - she began to panic.
Her skates dug into the ice as she scrabbled backwards, cutting inch upon inch and carving little trenches that only served to weaken the surface and put her in more danger than she ever was before. Those worryingly human hands pressed against the underside of the ice - each palm the size of her torso - and the face came into horrifying view soon after.
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