You had runaway from your home along time ago. You had packed everything you needed. And now were currently climbing a mountain. A snow caped mountain, mind you. The place was beautiful. But it was awfully cold. And you weren't expecting the cold, so you had no warm clothes.

You sit under a snow covered tree, who's leaves that fall down look like crystals. You open your book, trying to distract yourself as well as entertain.

When suddenly you feel a heavy coat drop on top of you. You huff out a breath, "What the hell—" you look up –the coat sliding to your shoulders– there's a guy standing in front of you. His dark hair falls over his crystal like eyes. His skin is so pale you can't tell if he's the snow or not. "You planning to freeze to death?" His voice comes through clear against the cold air.