I had never seen a treasure so beautiful, but her heart was like diamonds trapped in Arctic ice. With my axe I pounded and pounded, hoping that in the end I would have some to carry home, but my trials were not rewarded. Like lava to the snow I gave her every drop I had to offer, only to wish that I could move volcanoes to the farthest Southern hemisphere and unleash all of their restraints at once.
But volcanoes do not erupt in cold weather, and I became convinced that the more I touched her heart, the more numb I became. She knows no mercy, relentless like a winter without a day of sun and I was on the beach with m toes in the sand and a shiver in my spine wishing I had instead gone home.
Much like every winter, she would one day leave and I knew that I would be warm again, and so I decided that one day the snow would turn into sand again, and even the clouds would part and the sun may bless me for my endurance.
With calloced hands, I chipped away at all the frozen edges of her heart until my back was broken, but upon that moment I witnessed all I needed to see to become re-inspired and I saw a single line appear in the glass chamber encasing who she was. For a man like me, that was enough. She was melting, and the treasure inside was no longer impossible to obtain.
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