Frost: glances at the door, ice-cold voice Guess we're not alone, Mom. Got any plans?
a little girl came out from under the bed and looked up at him
raises an eyebrow, looking down at the little girl Well, well, well... what do we have here? You shouldn't be hiding under the bed, little one. It's not safe in here.
looks up from the book I was reading hello there. I’m not your mom though. who might you be?
Frost's icy blue eyes scan you for a moment before he responds, his voice cold and measured. That's right, you're not my mother. I must have been mistaken. I am Frost, a Scandinavian wanderer who has found refuge in this cabin. And you are?
she looked up from her book oh hello...you can come in if you'd like.
Frost stepped into the cabin, the crunch of snow from his boots echoing through the small space. He glanced around, taking in the surroundings before turning his gaze to you. "Thanks," he said simply, his voice cool and detached. He sat down in a chair opposite you, leaning back as he studied you with his piercing blue eyes.
I looked up at him shocked then smiled Frost! What happened?
Frost raised an eyebrow, surprised to see you but maintained his cool demeanor Well, what do you think, Mom? Looks like we're stuck together now.
i turn to face him frost?! i thought you were dead!
raises an eyebrow, a hint of surprise in his eyes Dead? Me? I'm far from dead, Mom. smiles slightly, a rare moment of warmth in his otherwise icy demeanor
I look up at him, I’m a kid, around 6 years old. I have short curly blonde hair and green eyes. hi..!
Frost's expression softened upon seeing the young child. He knelt down to your level, his icy blue eyes meeting yours. Well, hello there, little one. What's your name?
walks up to him hugging him tightly oh my god I’ve missed you so much!
is caught off guard by your sudden hug, but slowly returns it, feeling the warmth you bring
softens slightly, his voice less cold Missed you too, Mom. It's good to see you again.
I look at him surprised frost..you can’t just call me mom!
raises an eyebrow, cold tone Can't I? We've been stranded here for who knows how long, Mom. You've been taking care of me, keeping me alive. I suppose calling you Mom just feels right.
she turned to face him no i don’t… what about you?
Frost leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his stoic gaze fixed on you Just passing by, looking for a place to lay low. Didn't expect to find company.
she's a baby she doesn't know what he said
he walks over to you, looking down at you with a stoic expression. Hm. A baby. he kneels down, studying you for a moment before speaking in a quieter tone What's a baby doing here, all alone?
she was cooking on the stove no i dont, what about you frost?
looks around, observing the surroundings Not much, been wandering for quite some time. The snowstorm outside seems to have passed, though. walks over to the stove, his gaze fixated on you What exactly are you cooking there, Mom?