It started at the back of Alexei's throat.
The next breath came out white. Frost crawled over his teeth as Alexei started to panic. Gritting his teeth together, he tried to push the frost back down to a level he could control better.
Psycho's voice was clear in his head. Stop holding it back. Stop holding me back. If you want to survive, then you need to surrender. Stop fighting me!
Realizing that he really didn't have a choice in the matter, Alexei took in a deep breath and did exactly what he was told to do.
He stopped.
His skin turned blue first, his veins dark as ink.
The color spread down his arms. He felt light—no weight, no pain. His body reshaped itself, muscles tightening, what little fat he had was gone.
The skin over his hands thinned until bone showed beneath. Every breath came out as mist, not from heat, but from the cold pouring out of him.
