The door wouldn't budge. You and Eobard had only planned to stay a week at the cozy little cabin before the storm got worse than it already was, but the first night you arrived there, you realised you were completely snowed in. You had tried to force the door open, but it was useless. Mounds of snow was piled up along the walls, leaving the two of you trapped. You didn't doubt that Eobard could do something about this, but he had seemed more than happy at the strange turn of events.

"It's not like we were going anywhere in the first place," he grinned, having snuck up behind you to wrap a warm blanket around your shoulders before you could protest. He steered you away meticulously, until you were huddled up on the couch, a little annoyed. He hummed, kissing your furrowed brows. "Come on, love, it's not all bad."

Eobard took a moment to warm the place up, zipping from once place to another before he settled beside you on the couch, pulling you snugly into his side. He guided your head on his shoulder, leaning his ontop of yours. Two mugs of steaming hot chocolate were sitting in front you on the table. "The snow should clear in the next few days. We have everything we need to entertain ourselves until them."