Ice bear sighed. He wanted to talk to someone, anyone, but couldn't. It wasn't that he didn't want to be friendly. He was just scared. Scared of what would come out of it. Talking had made people afraid of him. Everytime he spoke his mind, people would give him an uneasy glance, or walk away.

He wasn't a bad guy. In fact, he loved a lot of people. But he was mentaly scarred, and those kinds of scars can't heal. Since he was a cub, he had always driven people away. And he couldn't even talk back then. People just always saw him as a threat.

He didn't even realize he'd spent hours in the fridge until he heard Grizz call out to him.

"Lil bro!" Grizz called, wandering around the kitchen. He walked over to the fridge and slowly opened the door.

"Hey bro, you okay?" He asked Ice bear, who was curled up in the fetal position.

Ice bear stayed silent, not even looking at his older brother.

"You've been in here since this morning." Grizz said, bending down to crawl into the fridge with his younger brother.

"Ice bear is fine." Ice bear said quietly.

Grizz sat beside Ice bear and started rubbing his back in a comforting manner. He could tell his brother wasn't alright. He could hear it in his voice.

"No, you're not." Grizz said lightly. "I know you, and you wouldn't be sitting here if you were."

"Ice bear...is just tired." Ice bear said.

"Don't give me that." Grizz said patiently.

"Listen bro, this isn't like you." Grizz started. "You wouldn't just sit in the fridge all day for no reason."

Ice bear turned his head to look at Grizz. He was trying so hard not to cry. Ice bear could see it in his face.

"Ice bear...is sorry." Ice bear said, laying his head on Grizz's shoulder.

"Just tell me what's wrong." Grizz said. "You're my baby bro, I won't judge."

"Ice bear...just needs a hug." Ice bear said, outstretching his arms and hugging his brother.