La Llorona

The cold wraps her arms around me and I think she's trying to pull me back away from the water. I still want to jump in, though.
The crying woman is there again. She stands on the opposite shore, waving her hand, beckoning me to swim to her. I place a foot on the ice. A loud crack echoes across the valley. The crying woman laughs.
She's whiter than usual tonight. He glow is like the moon. Her hair, long, dances with the wind. I want to go to her.
I shed my coat, and the cold's embrace becomes tighter. I shiver.
"I should go," I say.
The crying woman nods her head. She laughs again. All I hear is the wind whipping around my frozen ears. I step onto the ice. It moves. Another crack and I'm floating on a slick raft, bobbing on the shallow waves.
I reach back to the shore and grab a heavy rock. I put it in my pants pocket. I grab another. The ice moves. I take another step and my foot breaks through the ice. The water reaches my knee, stabbing through denim and biting my leg. I follow through with the other leg.
The crying woman hugs herself.
The cold isn't embracing me anymore. She slaps me across my face, and pummels me along my body. She's angry. She can't stop me. I climb forward onto the ice and force it to break. The ice floats away from me, leaving open water. It's up to my neck, and the cold now strangles me. I stop breathing.
The crying woman is smiling, though tears still descend down her cheeks. She claps her hands and it sounds like more ice breaking. The valley is silent.
"I'm coming to you," I call to the woman, but the wind steals my words.
She stops smiling and turns away.
"Don't go," I say.
The words fight to leave my mouth. My teeth chatter and my jaw clenches. Warmth radiates from my body and the night gets darker. The crying woman walks further on. I can hear her sobs now. I look back to the shore, and it is miles away.
"I can't turn back," I say.
It gets darker. I am not cold. I look back to where the crying woman stood and see nothing. I look up and see the moon, frowning. I want to sleep.
I inhale and go under.
The cold is angry.