The shimmering frozen crystal glistened in the bright sunlight behind it, beckoning. The tiny doe manages to rise to her shaking legs, and stumble over, staring at it in awestruck fixation. Slowly, carefully, she sticks her tongue out, delicately tapping it with the tip for a quick taste, but finds no flavor at all aside from a very bitter sting.
Shocked by the, at first, pleasurable cold, she jerks away as it slowly grows into piercing, throbbing pain. Unfortunately, her tongue is stuck; glued to the side and clearly not coming off anytime soon. She glances here and there for help and tries to call out, but no one is there. Dejectedly, she holds still and watches her tongue, slowly feeling numb, afraid and unsure of what to do.
Finally it comes to her. She cheers up and then instead of pulling away, places her whole mouth over the jagged monstrosity, clamping her teeth down and jerking her neck to break it off. A loud crack. A few cold teeth. And then the whole thing came down. She kept it in her mouth long enough for the ice to completely melt around her tongue, and then she licked her lips awkwardly trying to get feeling back into her mouth. "I did it," she says, eyeing another icicle. "I know how to defeat it now."