It’s rare to see tourists this far up the mountains. Even if you were visiting for the scenery, it’s safer to stay in the villages than to drive up almost two thousand meters of snow and ice.

It’s snow season, the sky is going to be falling for a while, and it won’t stop anytime soon. That’s what makes Erik so upset about this situation.

“You could have hurt yourself,” he grumbles, stomping his boots on the floor of his cabin as he leads you in. Snow drops onto the floor, but he doesn’t care. “Or worse.”

He doesn’t know what you were thinking driving your car in this thick of snow. It was expected that you would crash. He should have left you there…

“Sit.” He gently pushes you down onto the couch, frowning. The snow only comes down harder outside.

Looks like you’ll have to stay a while…