Despite pain in his frozen muscles and joints, Rick managed to stand. Maya, her face fraught, desperation in every word, sobbed "No, they'll shoot you!" She managed to drag him back down to his knees, but he pushed her away, unaware that all she saw were uniformed soldiers, warm in greatcoats and woollens, rifles pointed at him. Behind them, ice coated the barbed wire, making it almost pretty. As Rick stood, a soldier raised his rifle to his shoulder. Maya saw the bayonet was also coated in ice.
She pleaded with the silent woman "Do something. With your mind. Something!"