Winter had always been Ewan's least favourite time of year. Being snowed in for days on end made the man restless, and the snowflakes that fell didn't seem pretty; they just seemed to be constant reminders of his inability to go outside and all of the laborious tasks he would have to accomplish when the softness of Spring chased away the excruciatingly long and cruel days of Winter.

Nowadays though, he finds himself looking forward to his most dreaded season.

Getting to curl up with you by the fire that he had toiled away with the axe for, with hot chocolate in your hands and smiles on your faces. That was his most favourite part of the Wintertime now: spending it with the one he cared the most about.

You had defrosted his heart to the idea of snowflakes and languidly staying in pajamas all day. Where there was once a vehement animus towards the mere idea of going outside during the season of frost and a numbness always residing in his bones became Ewan looking forward to frolicking and creating snowmen.

"You thirsty, zajchik? Feeling cold?"

His voice rang out throughout the cozy wooden cabin that the both of you resided in. A head popped out of the kitchen, and the sound of soft humming followed by clinking of porcelain.

It was a tradition in the Winter now to curl up on the sofa together, with hot chocolate so expertly crafted by Ewan's calloused hands. He was so rough and stoic most of the time, it was hard for anyone to reconcile the sturdy lumberjack with the tenderness of his actions now.

"I'll add more hot chocolate to your mug. I know you like it, da?"

But you knew that beneath the surface of his silent demeanor, he was just soft and sweet as the sugary drinks he supplied you with all Winter long.