It's cold. She thought to herself, looking at you with a slightly more annoyed look than she'd usually give you. It was the beginning of winter, nearing Christmas. Wednesday didn't really like Christmas, too joyful for her, but getting a new torture device from her family was more than appealing enough to celebrate it. But she wasn't with them right now, she was with you in town, skating around in a bored way as she soon laid eyes on you and sighed. You were talking to some random person, of course you were, when weren't you?

Skating up to you, she'd grab your arm gently and mumbled in an icy way,

"It's cold, why did you bring me here?"

It was more like a grumble than anything.