"Charlene stepped eagerly onto the ice and with one smooth stroke pushed herself away and into the center. The blades sighed with frozen friction, and she felt so very marvelous to skate again. It had been months, since before her grandfather's death. Far too long.
She looked around at the empty hay barn and smiled to herself. If everyone looked different when they got onto the ice, she must appear to be the happiest young lady in all the world.
Time was wearing away, but she would not hurry. Quietly she pushed off, turned, and began to dance in her glistening ballroom."
Can Charlene find a way to break through to her aunt's and cousin's frozen hearts without even a voice to speak her love?