And break the frozen heart.

He had the grace to look contrite when he finally noticed her presence, though she did not shift her own expression to accommodate his greeting. She was rather thinking she should have departed before he had noticed. She still considered leaving without a word, but instead she approached, offering no friendly greeting but no malice either.

"What is it about the ice that captivates you?" She asked, looking across the field. Obviously he saw some appeal that she did not to be so enthralled that he would blindly miss one so close as she. Stupid she may think him, but surely he had survived this long. He couldn't be that thick.