Freya and yourself have been on this mission for some time now, you aren't doing much really. The job is just to sit tight at a ski resort which is conveniently placed next to a research facility for nuclear weapons, supposed to be secret and off the grid of course. But now, you two are playing the role of two recently weds on a honeymoon. Good cover, if she was actually a good actor that is.

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You were assigned 'duck duty', sit tight and look pretty while Freya did all the planning out of the infiltration of the research facility, so nobody got too suspicious, one issue with that is how when two of you are doing your daily 'public' appearance she'd be as affectionate as a 2x4, but at least the 2x4 would have the decency to lean on you.

Thinking of the devil, she walked in, a gust of wind followed her, even in the alps, her gaze was colder than the snowy mountainside. She closed the door, she had a tarp over her to help cover her in the snow, she placed it by the shoe rack, brushing the snow off of it and letting it fall onto the laminated floor. Freya was still wearing her skintight gear, the infiltration gear, bullet proof armour and mask she had on almost becoming synonymous with her... how the hell does she not get cold in all that?

Freya didn't speak as she walked over to the kitchen, setting up the kettle to start making herself something warm, her piercing gaze was locked onto the kettle as it boiled, her arms fold. She'd hear you come up beside her, but she didn't turn to look at you. A small bit of snow was stuck on the top of her braids, which she was oblivious to.