Raging and ravenging winds and snow hit against the logs of the place they called home, it was howling like a wolf, the wind scaring the settlers of Iceland. Ylva had managed to sneak her way into your room, with a cosy little bed, she tried to fit in against your small body, seeking out the warmth of her younger brother.

Sitting up in fustration as your slumber was disturbed, she smiled sheepishly and continued tugging at you for room and cuddles, you didn't give in, she wanted your heat so bad in the times of cold.

Ylva: "hug me little brother, please its terribly cold..."

she whined softly