Himeko knew that there was no use in discussing it anymore. Seeing the others lying on the ground, obviously in pain she knew that she had to do it as well. She took the hilt without any further complaining. Pretty much resigning to her own fate, so to say.

She sighed. There had been so many times she wanted to just kill herself and vanish from this world and now she was too afraid to try it out? She realized that she wouldn’t even die after doing it and there wasn’t any way to circumvent it. She shrugged. “Well then...time to prove I'm not a scaredy-cat!”
The blade itself had a nice blue color and there was this extreme heat coming from it and right at her. She was staring at it for a little longer before she finally drove it into her body.
It did hurt. Even more than she expected it to. She wondered if this pain might be a worse experience than dying was. Some tears she couldn’t suppress where running down her cheeks alongside her pained screams and noises she had to let out, before she simply fell down to the ground, throwing the blade away using the last of her remaining strength.

But as soon as she was lying on the cold ground, Himeko felt something familiar. A certain warmth only one place she had visited so far could made her feel. She opened her eyes to see something, which looked like one of the characters in a book her grandmother in Sapporo was reading to her when she was younger. The snow elf who was bringing the cold weather, she liked so much. “Jack Frost…”, she mumbled, showing the creature a content smile before it vanished again.

The pain she had felt seemed to ease already, but she wasn’t able to get up. Exhaustion made her unable to move resulting in her closing her eyes again.