You wake up, ice cold and your lying on a couch in a cabin. Blankets wrap around you as you sit in front of a fire. Your body stiff and pain shoots through you as snow falls around you. Where your hands are touching the couch, it leaves behind hand prints made of ice. A boy is kneeling in front of you, the same boy who broke into your room Dammit, get ahold of yourself snowflake or your going to freeze yourself. I did not drag your freezing ass here so you could turn into an literal ice cube
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