Eric tried as he might, not wanting to give up, feeling the desperation to get Sara out of the frost's wrath. A gentle touch to his arm made him look up at his wife, not believing what he was hearing from her lips. He wondered if it was some trick, that she was only bluffing. Eric tried to continue to help her. "No, I can't." He grounded out with the frustration and now fear. He stopped only to look to her, seeing the sadness and painful look on her face. Her next words froze him in his tracks, feeling his heart ache as well as growing stern and desperate. Her words got to him, and hard. He didn't know what to do now. By then it was too late. 

Sara's skin began to turn a ghost pale white, the temperature of her body dropping as she was beginning to freeze to death, ontop of that watching the frost that came after them consume her body from head to toe. With that the frost storm ends, breaking away with a motionless, lifeless body of her wife, Eric held her within his arms, grieving from his loss, his heart broken and torn as he cried.