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Maybe it was cheating, but Freya's favorite thing to do when it snowed was to make snow angels. She had to be prepared for the snow, and that meant a nice, thick coat that covered her body. No little sneaks of skin this time around, she knew better. She'd learned that lesson long ago! So she was in her one long coat, tied tight around her waist, as she laid flat in the snow and scissored her legs. Her arms remained immobile, but when she rose up, as usual, her snow angel had a perfect, detailed impression of wings.

Cheating? Maybe. But Freya liked to think of it as performing art.

Freya had flopped down for yet another perfect snow angel when Kettil stepped up and loomed above her, watching her scissor her legs to make the lower half of the impression. She grinned up at him, her nose and cheeks kissed red with the cold. Her hands, fully gloved, waved up at him with sickeningly childish movements, the fingers smacking against her palm over and over.

"I am always havings fun!" She squealed up at him happily, stretching her arms out to him. "Helps me up?"

Noticing any kind of shivering would have to wait until it was just a moment too late. As soon as Kettil's hands wrapped up in hers, she pulled him down just as hard as he pulled her up. She grabbed him and with all her mighty force, pulled him down to fall in the snow with her, wrapping her arms around him in a hug.

"Gotcha!"

And the moment passed.

"HOOTER!" She screeched, her arms clenching even tighter. "Yehr shiverings like yehr freezing - why aren't yeh wearings any coats or.. or.."

Why hadn't she realized this BEFORE pulling him into the snow? Freya let out a disgruntled groan, before pushing herself up.

"We're goings shopping. Now."

He was chattering. He was shivering. He was FREEZING! Freya stood up and started undoing the buttons on her coat, all the way down to the bottom. She whipped it off and immediately wrapped her wings around herself as the chill set in. The coat was placed around Kettil's shoulders, and she tried to pull it around to close it, but laughed at how absolutely impossible that was. Her coat hardly reached around his arms, let alone across his chest. Those big shoulders and wide, manly chest..

..She lost track of what she was supposed to be doing for a moment as her hands brushed across Kettil's shirt, and when she realized what she was doing she smacked him right on the stomach. "We goes! Now! No more waitings!" She took him by the arm, snuggled herself as close to him as she could, and tugged him off to the maul.

"YEHR a** IS FINE." That it was, but the harsh tone of her voice indicated that it wasn't a compliment. She hopped up in front of him, her wings still wrapped tightly around herself, and buried her back into him, which made for some fancy awkward walking time. She tried to keep her steps in line with his, and giggled when she failed.

"I don't knows what yehr thinkings comings out in this cold with nothing teh keeps yeh warm. Yehr goings teh gets sicks. Then I has teh sits and takes cares of yeh all the times and yeh knows what. That is borings!!" She was the picture of empathy.

She tripped on her feet and laughed, almost sending him tumbling with her. Catching herself in time, she turned around and wrapped her arms around his stomach.

"Here." She muttered. "Picks me up. It'll be easier this way."

The added bonus that she was now sharing Kettil's warmth was a plus she wasn't going to mention. She was, however, going to snuggle as far into him as possible without looking like she was snuggling into him, because he wasn't allowed the pleasure of knowing she enjoyed the way he felt against her. No, all Kettil felt in his arms was a limp noodle of a ghoul, just barely accepting her fate in his arms.

At least, that was her plan. Really, she was doing an awful job of it. Things only got worse when he spoke, the words and the sweetness within them making her flush with warmth. She pursed her lips very tightly and looked anywhere but his face. His pretty, pretty face.

"I am goings teh puts yeh in a big giant coats when we gets there, so much that yeh won't be able teh feels me through it." She grumbled.

Freya snapped her gaze back to him, eyes slit in determination. "Yeh can't rebels! I says yeh needs teh stays warm in the cold. Yeh can takes yehr coats off when we're inside, but.."

The cold weather was making her desire to be snarky fade, and a sluggishness fell over her. She settled her head down on his chest, closed her eyes, and yawned.

"Just wakes me up when yeh gets teh the maul, screechie." She muttered out slowly. It wasn't just the cold making her sluggish. His body was so warm, pressed against her like that. The cheek on his chest felt heated by his skin, and the one that faced the cold was stinging. She kept turning her face, alternating which cheek got to be warm, until it was unbearable.

"No we gets yeh ones. My coat is pretty, I will not wears a boils coat." She muttered quietly as she continued to warm her face against him. "M'not sleepy. Just warm." She raspberried up at him, immediately regretting and shoving her face directly into his chest.

The blast of warm air hit Freya's back, and she let out a long, overly pleased and slightly inappropriate groan before climbing off of Kettil and stretching her wings out. "IS GUUD." The front of her body felt too warm, and the back felt like it needed some time before the chill left it again, so she turned, backed up a step, and planted her back against Kettil's stomach. "Is busy today. I likes busy. I knows a lots of people, they don't like crowds, but I am okays with them. Is cozy." She grabbed his hands and wrapped them around her waist. "Remember that store we finds the other times we comes here? I bet they has coats for yeh, now that is season. Ja?"