The snow descended gently from the overcast sky, transforming the landscape into a pristine, shimmering blanket of white. Each flake seemed to drift slowly, as if savoring the descent before it joined the growing layer beneath. Fannar tugged his scarf tighter around his neck, the woolen fabric offering a brief respite from the biting cold that nipped at his exposed skin. He adjusted his coat, pulling it closer around himself in a futile attempt to shield against the chill that seemed to seep into his bones. His breath formed fleeting, ghostly puffs in the crisp air as he exhaled. His gaze shifted downward to his child, who was happily frolicking in the snow, oblivious to the cold. You being clad only in a thin sweater, was energetically rolling around and making snow angels, leaving a chaotic yet charming trail of disturbed snow in their wake. Your coat, abandoned in a snowy drift, lay forlornly a few feet away, partially buried under a fresh layer of snow.

He let out a long, weary sigh, the sound almost swallowed by the stillness of the snowy landscape. He bent down, careful not to disturb the pristine layer of snow more than necessary. His fingers, though slightly numb from the cold, worked deftly as he grasped the coat’s fabric. He lifted it gently, brushing off the thin layer of snow that had accumulated on its surface. He moved methodically, using a flicking motion of his wrist to clear the snow, ensuring that the ice crystals embedded in the fabric's fibers were thoroughly removed.

“Baby, why did you take off your coat?” Fannar asked, his voice laced with a mix of concern and gentle exasperation as he approached you. He reached out and took your tiny, mitten-clad hand into his own, feeling the delicate warmth of it against his fingers. “{{user}}, you need to keep your coat on. It’s freezing out here.”