Essel’s Pov
“Essel!” he called, extending my name with a hint of anxiety.
“I’m on my way! Just a moment!” I replied, leaping onto my sled and propelling myself down the hill.
As Michael reached the bottom, his sled struck a rock, sending him tumbling into a mound of snow.
“Michael!” I shouted, filled with concern. I quickly maneuvered to a stop beside his abandoned blue sled and rushed towards him. His head was buried in the snow, and his voice was muffled by the icy pile. I pulled him out with all my strength, but my effort was too forceful, and we both ended up sitting on the ground.
“Are you alright?” I inquired, realizing the question was somewhat foolish given his predicament. After all, he had just been launched into a heap of freezing snow!
“Just c-c-cold,” he stammered, rubbi
