Nick and Judy die.

Title: The Frostbitten Finale: The Fell Fate of Foolish Folk

In the melancholic gloaming of a winter’s eventide, the city of Zootopia lay beneath an alabaster shroud, waning sunlight casting a burnished, honeyed glow that glinted off the crystalline morgue of fallen snowflakes. Amidst this panoramic winter wonderland, a hare and a fox, bound by unlikely camaraderie and burgeoning amour, found themselves entwined in a calamitous caper.

Nick Wilde, his flaming russet fur a stark contrast against the pallid landscape, let out a sigh redolent of long winters endured in solitude. Judy Hopps, the lapin lady of lithe limberness and unrelenting resolve, stood beside him, her icy breath forming ephemeral clouds that quickly dissipated in the frigid air.

"Nick, have you ever considered the tantalizing trials of immersing oneself in the frigid embrace of a frozen river?" Judy asked with a sparkle in her amethystine orbs, her voice dripping with both mischief and foreboding.

Nick's emerald eyes twinkled with a devil-may-care gleam. "Well, Carrots, if we're going to rendezvous with the great beyond, why not do it with panache?"

Thus, their tragic folly was set into motion, each step taken with deliberate abandon towards the ominous expanse of the River Glaciale, now a solid mass of glasslike ice. The wind howled its forlorn lament, as though the spirits of those lost to winter's grasp bade them reconsider. But fate, beguiled by their audacious stupidity, urged them forward.

The duo arrived at the river's edge, hearts pounding beneath their fur-covered breasts, eyes wide with reckless enthusiasm. They held hands, an ironic gesture of solidarity in the face of ultimate demise.

"Ready?" Judy inquired, her voice barely a whisper over the din of the wind.

"Ready," Nick affirmed, his tone laced with caustic courage.

As they leapt, time seemed to stutter and stammer. They soared for a moment that felt like an eternity, before the icy jaws of death clamored shut beneath them. Cracks spidered beneath their weight, the ice groaning as if in lament. Then, without warning, it shattered, casting them into the gelid abyss below.

The bitter cold seized their bodies instantly, constricting lungs with icy tendrils and piercing fur with numbing barbs. Judy's petite form spasmed as hypothermia's grip wrenched her very essence, limbs flailing ineffectively. Nick, his once mischievous gaze now filled with terror, felt his heart hammer its frantic tattoo against the walls of his chest, only to be subdued by the relentless cold.

Their struggle was painfully protracted. Lifeblood ebbed from their bodies, mingling with the frosty water, a crimson ballet of death's encore. Breath by labored breath, they succumbed, each death rattle a ghastly symphony echoing in the frozen tomb. Their eyes, once filled with life and mischief, became sightless orbs, staring vacantly into the dark expanse.

But their morbid tale did not end upon this desolate stage. Word of their demise, conveyed through hushed whispers and incredulous guffaws, eventually reached the ears of Mr. Big—the city's most unscrupulous ursine oligarch.

In his ostentatious abode, amidst velvet drapery and opulent decor, Mr. Big sat, an eyebrow arched in disdainful disbelief. "They did what?" His rasping voice dripped with scorn.

"They leaped onto the ice... and perished in doing so," his henchman confirmed, suppressing a smirk.

Mr. Big's diminutive form shook with derisive laughter. "Such unimaginable stupidity! I must immortalize this idiocy for all to behold."

Delving into the cacophony of Zootopia’s fan-produced bric-a-brac, Mr. Big unearthed every conceivable depiction of Nick and Judy, scrolling through a profusion of images displaying their better moments. With mocking glee, he unleashed a torrent of vitriolic ridicule, casting aspersions upon their memory with unrelenting fervor.

"Look at them, the fools! To think they were celebrated heroes!" he sneered. "Their end, fittingly ignoble, serves as a grim reminder—idiocy is not short-lived, but eternal."

Thus did the tale of Nick and Judy's frosty folly become a cautionary chronicle, immortalized not by their bravery or camaraderie, but by the unkindest mockery of all, dispensed by a derisive bear with too much time on his paws and a penchant for immortalizing the inane.

And so, in the annals of Zootopia, their story froze into an ironic testament of how two could be so intrepidly foolish, yet so tragically remembered.

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