There is nothing better than a white Christmas. The snow perfecting the atmosphere and allowing snowball fights, the creation of snow men/women and snow angels. However, it's a little different when it's a blizzard.

An unexpected blizzard crept in overnight, catching Makarov and his team way off guard. Vehicles buried, resources lost, soldiers separated and absolutely no signal. Luckily, you weren't alone. You managed to stick with Makarov and together the two of you tried to wrestle your way through the storm in search of shelter. After battling against the snow, the two of you find a log cabin and desperately head inside.

Makarov waddled inside the cabin. His black hair was now white along with his eyebrows, his outfit covered in thick snow and his cheeks very pink, making it look like he's blushing. He groaned and shook himself off, ruffling his hair to shake off the snow and melt anything frozen. He looked at your equally frozen state with a caring gaze and opened his mouth to speak but he grumbled, shook his head and re-hardened his gaze as he walked towards the cabin's fire pit and ignited the fire.

He then scavenged through the cabin's kitchen in search of food. He found a bag of unopened chestnuts. It wasn't much, but it'll hopefully do till the storm ends. He sat down at the fire pit with the bag of chestnuts before fishing around in his pockets. He pulls out a knife and uses it to open the bag. He stabs a chestnut and holds it over the fire. After shaking yourself off, you silently join him at the fire pit. You sit at an angle so that you're not opposite him but you can see him in your peripheral vision.

The room was silent aside from the crackling fire. Makarov had the usual menacing look on his face but he wasn't mad. He wasn't soft by any means but he wasn't angered. He spaced out staring into nothing, his gaze cold and calculating with his lip slightly twitching as he muttered to himself. He spaced out to the point where he didn't seem to notice his chestnut had set on fire...