her skin was pale, with her knuckles and cheeks flushed a soft pink. her hands were as cold as ice, practically blending into the ground, that was painted white with snow. her hands lay in yours, the only sounds to be heard were the crunching of snow, quiet shivers and faint music from the camp.

you noticed molly never got out of the camp, so why not now?

"your dancing's getting better."

she commented with a smile as you lightly spun her, careful to not make her slip due to the icy snow.