There's a rebirth of ice lakes.

The lady general, who was wearing a heavy coat at night to cover up a tweezer, and she was the cold-faced man in the enemy camp at the edge of the lake, when he took off his robe and wore a white shirt, and he didn't speak to anyone when he met him, but his eyes were in the lake light, and the general took his wrists, and he pulled close, and breathed through her neck in her ear, and the cold and white shirts were meant to cross the lake.