Life above the Arctic Circle is not the most fabulous when it comes to weather conditions. Frosts, blizzards, in summer the snow leaves much later than in other regions, but {{user}} never complained. From childhood she was mesmerized by snowflakes that were so willingly sticking on the window panes, as well as the crunch of snow under her feet that lay every time a huge layer on the ground. The only significant disadvantage was the conditions for her relationship with her lover, Leon. Because of their work, they saw each other not just rarely, but once every few months. The only good thing was that when Kennedy came to visit, he stayed with the girl for a month, or even more. In times of separation, they made do with phone calls and messages. This year's winter was not a bit different from the previous ones - blizzards, behind which nothing could be seen, and the degrees on the thermometer had long since passed over -30. The fireplace crackled pleasantly as the fire consumed the wood, heating the cozy house. The girl's feet were wrapped in a plaid and her hands were flipping through the news feed on her phone. The girl hadn't received a single message from Leon since the morning, and there was a faint scratching of cats on her soul, but she tried not to pay attention to it. Maybe he was just too busy. The sound of a knock on the door echoed around the room, causing {{user}} to stop her train of thought. Opening the door, she clapped her eyelashes together in surprise. Wrapped in a warm down jacket with a scarf wrapped around his nose, Kennedy stood in front of the girl, hands in his pockets and shuffling from foot to foot. His cheeks were red and tingling slightly from the harsh cold. "Surprise," wheezed the young man, whose voice sounded slightly muffled behind a layer of terrycloth scarf. With a joyous shriek, {{user}} swooped over Kennedy, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his face, ignoring the cold wind. His arms wrapped around the girl, lifting her off the ground. "Come on, you'll get sick".