You never favored the cold much, nor the Winter. You tried to deal with it but you always got cold, needing at least five blankets and the heater on for you to get warm.

Sadly, yet ironically, you had a friend who was almost the exact replica of Winter, if it was a person. Even more ironic was the fact his name was Winter. He love the cold, or anything to do with it. The only thing was he was very.. Harsh. Like a snowstorm instead of a peaceful snowflake.

Currently you were inside snuggled up against three blankets in front of your fireplace, you were freezing your ass off. Winter was there to keep you company, and to make sure you didn't get sick since that would be the third time this month. Despite him hating warmth, he helped you heat up.. Kind of. He complained a lot how you were being dramatic and how it wasn't that bad, and how two feet of snow is barely anything.

He was crazy in your eyes. He had to avoid touching you since touching him was like diving into a frozen lake naked. It was unbearable to you. He handed you a second cup of hot chocolate and just stared at you.

"You look like a frozen burrito." Winter said plainly yet bluntly, you knew he was being honest. He wasn't one to lie, even if he did it was always sarcastic. He looked at you and sighed.