We were freezing.
Well, mostly Optimus was.

"don't fall asleep."

I warned.
He huffed and grunted.
I was shivering and cold, but I don't need to make Optimus worry about me, when I'm worrying about him.
The fire upon my palms were faded and a bit dull. Halfway up to being extinguished.
Optimus wasn't looking any good, when an idea hit me.
I quickly extinguished the flames and climbed onto him.
He looked at me, tired and exhausted.

"What are you doing?"

He asked.
I smiled.

"I got an idea. But you'll have to be still, no noises too. I've never done this before, so it will take all my power and energy."

I explained.
Carefully with my right hand, I placed my hand in his chest. It was cold.
Concentrating, and closing my eyes, I imagined a bright fire.
As it grew, I lost control.
I sucked all the cold from Optimus and it came to me.
Piercing heat shot up my hand and back.
I gave all my strength not to pull back......since it wasn't done, yet.
But during the process, I felt a electric shock up my hand.
Screaming with shock and surprise, I was thrown back.
In pain and obviously dazed, everything went black.

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Waking up to the winds howling.
Gasping, and cold air rushed to me.
I forgot we were in the Arctic again.

"Are you okay?"

A voice asked.
Whirling around, I saw a blurry familiar face.
Blinking twice, the face became clear and Optimus came into view.

"Wh–what happened?"

I asked, stuttering of the cold.
Optimus seemed fine, his aura heated the place and glowed a bit.
I looked at my hands and almost fainted.
Frost were spreading up, and a thought struck me.
I had released all my aura and temperature to Optimus.
So all my warm blood were taken out of me. I'm starting to freeze.
I sat there, completely horrified.

"Oh dear..........oh my gods of Olympus......"

I pleaded.
Optimus must've heard me, he looked at me questioning.
I gripped my hand to my chest, and it was cold.
Not an average day cold, but skin of ice cold.
Skin-on-ice-for-a-really-long-time-cold.
I began to shiver and shake. The winds were stronger, and I felt so vulnerable.
This is what mortals must feel in Winter.
Cold..........vulnerable.........and weak.
I tried to open my palm and summon some fire....but nothing came.
My powers were simply shut off.

"Silvermoon?"

A voice asked.
It was Optimus.

"Yea–yeah?"

I asked, teeth chattering.

"Are you alright?"

He then asked.

"I–I do–don't kno–know......."

I answered.
Which probably sounded arbitrary since I was freezing.
But I didn't want him to think it was Ratchet's fault......which it kind of is...
Oh well.....

"Are you cold?"

He then asked.
I was getting annoyed to be honest.

"D–do I–i loo–ook li–like I'm—col–d?"

I chattered.
He slowly nodded.
I felt a weird icy and solid feeling.
Like dried up clay on skin.
Looking at my arm, the frost grew and was up to my wrist.
I tried to move it, but it simply cracked.
Looking at Optimus again, his face was complete shock.

"Do–don't wor–ry. I've b–een th–through worse."

I assured.
Slowly and cautiously, he took my hands into his.
His hands were warm and heated, I could feel the ice melting a bit.

"Like what?"

He asked, smiling.

"Stabbed in the guts a few times.......maybe a million, and still I survived. Is that enough?"

He smiled again.

"I remember that first time I came to camp. Running like its life or death, it was. It was fun."

I remembered, smiling at the old memory.

"Towel stuffed in my mouth, and duct taped. Fun."

I smiled.
Those memories felt like it was few days ago.
But it was really a long time ago.
I smiled, as a tear began to fall.

"And my friends who died, protecting mortals.....stupid mortals.."

I whispered.
But I smiled at the last part.
Optimus squeezed my hands, and looking up, he was smiling.

"Our lives aren't easy, Prime. But we intend to die heroically. Although freezing to death isn't heroic, I still have the memories I'll die with."

I told him.
He studied me carefully.
We locked eyes, and more tears began to pour out.

"Why are you crying?"

He asked.
Though I could tell he was cautious.

"We don't cry because we're sad Prime, we cry cause we've been strong for too long."

I explained.
Though with a blurry vision and minds filled with memories, I could tell he was thinking.

"All those adventures I've been through. I'm always the strong one. Friends look up to me, demigods, and gods. It's all the pressure. But I know I can't let them down."

I said, through tears.

"All those battles that we've won........those wars and fights. All those deaths and tragedy. I've never felt so vulnerable my entire life!"

I cried.
I felt a hand on my cheek, wiping my tears away.
He lifted my head up and looked at me.

"It's alright to feel like that. We all do, you're not alone. I've felt the same, and thought the same. Don't push yourself too much."

He advised.
I nodded, and he pulled me up.

"Maybe we should start something new. those memories are the past, you can cry over it and laugh over it. But those feelings are gone, as you make new ones."

I gawked at him. But I nodded.
Must've been his turn to teach me something.
I smiled and lifted my head high.
The blizzard stopped, and the sun shined.
But that didn't stop the temperature from being cold.
We walked, continuing our journey from there, in the cold Arctic.

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"I could call a friend. Or maybe shapeshift into a dragon, so it would help us go faster?"

I suggested.

"Maybe. But what kind of friend lives here?"

He asked.
I smiled.

"A very old friend. I haven't seen him in a really long time. Let's see if he's still here."

I put two fingers in my lips and created a sharp whistle.
It echoes through the icy terrain.
As we waited, I heard hooves in the distance.
Squinting at the sky, I saw a large sake figure approach.
It trotted a few miles away and galloped to me.

"WinterStorm, good to see you my friend."

I greeted.
He nudged my shoulder, and sniffed my hand.
His icy blue and blonde gray mane were spake long in the sunlight.
His white coat was pure.
But his eyes were stormy blue.
His hooves are made of silver, and his wings are a gradually fading blue.
He was a pure beauty Pegasi.

"Optimus, I doubt we're exploring the Arctic anymore. Can you call Ratchet for the ground bridge. No cons here."

I told Optimus.
Taking my eyes off of WinterStorm.
Optimus was staring at WinterStorm, dumbfounded and in awe.

"Optimus to base. Ratchet, open the ground bridge. Nothing here."

I heard him say.
I petted WinterStorm, before a portal opened up a mile away.

"Geez, doesn't Ratchet know the concept of distance?"

I asked.
I gave Winter one last kiss and a small treat.
He flew away, with a gust of winds and snowflakes on his trail.
And I entered the ground bridge, back to the base.