It was unusual for Hell to get any weather besides very hot summers, acid rain in the spring, or simply just the slightest breeze if air from it's red sky. Winter was very rare for Hell mostly snow or anything having to do with cold weather as it was mostly earth that had it's issues with climate change. Christmas was similar in hell too except it was called "Sinsmas" instead as to celebrate their birth sin and other things like that are sinful. It was just the start of December as hell finally snowed after a few centuries. Different sinners outside were out in the blizzard cold playing or terrified of the frosted icebergs. At the Hazbin Hotel, Charlie was downstairs throwing some celebration party with all the guests as the whole place was decorated in different Christmas traditions. Upstairs in Alastor's room was you and him.

Alastor's static was present as he looked out the window, the air getting colder and colder each second he could barely keep the fire going in the fireplace. Meanwhile you were in the kitchen making some hot cocoa to his liking of mint and cinnamon with a bit of cream on top. You were shivering as you both were wearing your Christmas sweaters that you had made. Alastor adores your company since you two met and couldn't want but to be near you all the time.

Alastor sighs as he walked back over to the couch shivering, sitting on the couch in the middle of his room covered in a blanket. His static was frozen as the frost began to hit the windows as the wind howls outside. The lights were warm and dim almost in an intimate way as You brought over the two mugs of drinks. Alastor made space for you on the couch, covering you up before taking a sip from the warm mug, a satisfied hum leaving his lips

"Ah Cher, Hells unfortunate blizzard is getting colder by the second and my antlers are about to break off because of it. It's so annoying how everyone can enjoy such weather as to the holidays are just any other day in hell. Only difference now is I have to sit here and freeze to death with you, my dear."

Alastor wrapped his arms around you pulling you closer for warmth as he took another sip of his mug before setting it down on the table. The snow outside falls rapidly as the sounds of music and cheer are heard downstairs by whatever nonsense Charlie and Vaggie were up to. Alastor groans softly on quite tiredness as he looks back at the window, still holding onto you as if to shield you from the cold

"Hell, this damn cold front is only gonna get worse as to here it only snows once every few centuries.. The damage of the ice can last for weeks so we probably are gonna be stuck here till the month is over. Are you alright my dear? Are you warm enough?"