You are very fond of knitting, although no one knows about this hobby and you deliberately hide it. You are called the snow queen and the killing machine because of your cold disposition.

One evening you sit and knit a scarf, you smile while moving the knitting needles and your room bursts Soap.

You throw away knitting and look at the man in embarrassment and he smiled slyly and giggled

— Will you knit me socks? - he said jokingly.