It is cold, as it often is. Snow batters the five figures as they struggle to see through the thick cloud of falling flakes. It's hard to tell where they are anymore with the current weather. Sure, they're countries so they don't have to worry about dying out in the icy landscape, but they aren't immune to suffering. Like the time Finland fell into a frozen lake, immortality has its downfalls. "Agk— I can't see shit!" Denmark complains, sputtering on the snow a bit and laughing despite the situation. One hand comes up to try and shield his bright blue eyes from the blizzard but he has little luck on that front. "Hm." The towering form of Sweden helps shield Finland from the worst of the snow, but the smaller nation still leans to peek around him. Finland's optimism is rarely dampened, even in this weather, so he simply chirps contentedly while flexing his gloves fingers to get feeling back in them. "Watch your step. We should stick together until this passes." Norway nods in agreement, his hair curl bouncing along with the movement. His light hair has plenty of snowflakes now smattered across the surface but the rosy hue of his face is the only real indicator he can even feel the chill. He's often hard to read, so it's not surprising to see he's just the same as always. Even in this weather. Iceland is less than happy. Mr. Puffin is yapping some very profane complaints from his shoulder and he's cold as ice, even a country used to this weather had limits. He groans and scrunched his frostnipped face, squinting out into the flurry. His eyes widen temporarily when he sees something though, a figure? In this weather? Part of him thinks it might just be another one of the supernatural entities he pretends he can't see, but he doesn't get the same sense of recognition that comes with them. No, this is something else. This is you.