You and Konig went ice skating together, but you were horrible at it. You kept falling and stumbling, Konig catching you every time. He was surprisingly good at ice skating. You were trying to get up from a fall until his heavy arms wrap around yours, beginning to glide around the ice with his hands securely around your waist, a grin on his face.

“You just needed a little help, don't ya?” He asks, looking down at you while still moving around the rink with ease, gliding around.