And break the frozen heart.

Of all the territory he had covered time and time again, there was one place Malachi couldn't remember setting foot on for more than a minute, and that was Duskfire's very heart. It wasn't that he held no interest in the looming chunk of ice. For more times than he could count the Glacier had paused him to wonder at its sheer magnitude and its very existence so far from the raging sea. He had scoured round its edges, even set a defiant paw against its hulking form, only to retreat when he found his understanding lacking and its mere presence exuding an air too awesome for approach.

Having wandered up the hillier crest of the mountainside, Malachi found himself there again, overlooking the vast plain of crystalline ice as he'd done so many times before. The snaking river held the same draw, probing him to approach while at the same time forbidding him, and once again the man obliged, picking his way down to where the Glacier kissed the mountainside. Though he knew full how this would end, he drew near still until his body nearly brushed the ice river's untouchable edge.