Frenchie cupped his hands around his mouth, blowing hot air against them. He rubbed them together quickly as he looked around the snowy land. Everything seemed so quiet. So detached from the real world. For a moment, he could imagine he wasn’t in constant danger.

He slipped down the stairs of their base and made a b-line for the person sat on the couch. He dropped down beside them, quirking his brows briefly in a bid for their attention. He cracked a small grin.

“I have a challenge,” he chirped, accent thick as always. He rubbed his hands together once more, mostly out of excitement this time. “We will build snowmens, yes? And whoever builds better, will get ehh, the other to do all the chores a week.”