Eddie's tired mind accepted, letting the ice encase her and remake her into something new. The roaring bonfire in her heart had gone out. Ashes were all that remained. So she let herself freeze, though no part of her was conscious enough to recognize that she had made a choice. Oblivion. Whatever part of her soul was left scrambled desperately into the cold darkness of oblivion. There was no need to think there, no need to regret, no need to remember. No need to think of love or pain or fire or care. No need to suffer through change, no need to control a world that only wanted freedom.
Just silence.
Cold silence.
Perhaps there was a person in the ice, somewhere, but perhaps not.
Perhaps all that remained was a corpse, preserved by the unnatural cold.
And the ice itself wanted nothing more than to obey. To serve. To work without questioning or choosing.
Because if it wasn't her choice, then it couldn't be her fault.