A crack like a gunshot pierced the frozen air and the ice broke. Icy panic ran over me like the water below. I dared not move, but looked over my shoulder to a horrible sight. Marie had also stopped short, hearing the crack. But it was the figure behind her that frightened me most of all.
The trip to the frozen north had been our dream vacation. We loved the cold sports, skiing, skating, snow boarding and this was all coming true. We had gotten up early in the small cabin to enjoy the sunrise on the lake. We had landed on the far end of the lake when we arrived, so there was no fear of the ice being fragile.
This particular day was going to be a highlight, being the first to skate with abandon on the beautiful smooth lake. And then it happened, the sudden shock of the crack in the ice. As I turned to see Marie, my anxiety reached indiscernible heights as I saw the bear looming behind her. In what seemed an eternity I turned to reach for her, only to see the bear envelop her. They disappeared under the ice.
As soon as I could move, I reached for my phone to call for help, although I knew it was too late. This happened ten years ago, and I have lived by myself in a warm climate ever since.