(100 word challenge)
He jammed a pike into the floating ice. She watched it split jaggedly and separate. For the second time, he sailed toward a better life without her.
There would not be a third.
As his image diminished with distance, she imagined soil beneath her feet. Grass grew.
The sun rose behind her and she turned to face it. This time she would sail away, too.
The ocean gently nudged the ice-raft westward. She lifted her chin. She did not need to rise this time because she had never fallen. Her heart encapsulated the Phoenix. Ice would never imprison her.