A Freezing Pain

This is a short fanfiction made by Grey to show what happened when Zero lost their sister, Freeze.
This story has themes of death and depression, so avoid it if you don't like that stuff.
Zero opened their eyes and stretched, hearing a hard knock on the door.
"Who is it," They asked tiredly, slowly getting up.
"I have a letter for Zero of the 2nd Circle." said a low voice on the other end of the door.
"That's me," they said, opening the door with a yawn. The guard, a burly blue IceWing, passed them a sealed letter. "Thank you," they said, closing the door, and going to sit on their bed.
As they examined the note, their heart started thumping harder in their chest. What was it about? Had the IceWings won the war? Was Freeze okay?
They slowly opened the note, and their stomach dropped.
Dear Zero of the 2nd Circle,
We regret to inform you that last night, Mistress Freeze of the 1st Circle died in battle. The NightWing they were battling was quickly killed, but we could not save her. Her body may not be sent to you sadly, but we send you our best regards.
-General Blizzard of the 1st Circle
Zero stood at the note, trying to figure out what it meant. Their eyes were fixed on the words Freeze and died, trying to figure out what they meant. They felt a cold tear fall from their eye onto the note.
No. This couldn't be. She's not dead.
They fell backward against the wall, letting out a sound that was a mix between a whine and a yelp.
No. She'll walk through the door laughing, saying it was all a joke.
It felt like massive, freezing claws were clutching their heart, squeezing it.
If it was me...If I had sacrificed my life for her...
They felt more tears falling down her face.
Suddenly, they grabbed the moose fur pillow on their bed and ripped it apart, roaring in anger. They slammed their fist into the wall, calling out Freeze's name. Sobbing, they clutched the only remaining pillow and collapsed on their bed.
They didn't know how long it had been. Days? Weeks? Months? It didn't matter. They were alone. So terribly alone.
They heard another knock at the door and were about to throw their pillow again when they heard a tiny voice.
"Zero, please come out, I miss you."
The voice belonged to her little brother. Frost.
"I'm sad too, but it would be easier to get through this together. Sometimes things are hard, but we have to keep on moving." Sometimes it was hard to remember that this dragonet was only 5.
They limped to the door and opened it to reveal the tiny dragonet, clutching a cooked elk leg. Tears springing into their eyes, they flung their wings around Frost.
"Thank you." They said. "I needed that."
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