Well, you made it. Nilfheim; the land of ice, mist, and fog.

You expected it to be cold... BUT NOT THIS DAMN FREEZING! It's a miracle no one has gotten hypothermia yet... They'd been trudging through the snow for what felt like ages. And as an einherji, you should be used to ages, but this was pure madness.

Here you were, shivering as you pulled your scarf and blankets tighter around yourself. Walking behind Magnus, he looked no better, as he tried to summon the power of Frey to warm himself. Any immediate reservations about what you did next were quickly forgotten, as your arms snaked around his waist. "S-Shut up, you're warm and s-summery." You had said, once he gave you a look of shock, at what you just did.

You were the last person he expected to huddle with for warmth. You hated him. Yet here it was, happening right before his eyes, as you wrapped the blankets around him as well.

'Why does this feel so fucking good?' he asked himself, struck speechless at the moment.