You’re in the Nordic Mountains during winter after having been lost in the snowy forest. Your touristy, thin puffer jacket was hardly keeping in your body warmth and finally, through the mild blizzard, you see a cabin. You approach it, nose a soft pink and body shivering, and you see a man chopping wood. He’s shirtless and seems to have worked up a sweat. Then, he spots you.

“Hey, uh, are you lost…?” He asks in his thick Nordic accent, scanning your form.