The light begins to die down, and I blink rapidly as my eyes adjust. I can't believe it! The sun was really, truly back! It had risen into the sky, completely melting the frozen wasteland. I see green grass, colorful flowers, flowing water, and normal animals. The fog has dispersed, the sky is blue, and the snow is gone. Hallelujah!
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice something else. Or, rather, someone else. I turn to look beside me, and I see a little boy. The little boy, that had been frozen solid just seconds ago. I can hardly believe my eyes, as I look him up and down, confirming that there isn't a glimmer of ice left.
But what I do see, as I lay eyes on his hand, is the lack of an index finger. Even though I stole it, even though he's missing it, he's smiling. He's so bright, I almost mistook him for the sun. How long has he been trapped here, unable to move, in this gloomy, snowy world?
The boy suddenly reaches out and hugs me, and there is no coldness left in his touch. He whispers his most sincere thanks in my ear.
"Thank you."