She was being suffocated; freezing water strangling the life out of her. Choking, coughing, crying as she didn't belong in the swirling waters around her; the undertow pulled her deeper into the cold darkness. I don't want to die.

The pressure is killing her, both figuratively and literally speaking. The need to breathe is so, so real to her; and it's terrifying because she knows the moment she does so, it's certain death. The darkness is encroaching upon her vision, sparkling black spots followed by a narrowing field of vision. She manages one final, desperate gasp before it's lights out.

And the curtain falls for the Ending of the Prelude; the play is ready to begin.