It felt like an eternity that they had been traveling, engulfed in darkness and battered by the raging storm for Christmas in the North could be nothing less than this- perilous weather memorialized in the form of jaunty mortal tunes. There it was celebrated, coveted even and yet it tormented them here- the frigid chill licking porcelain skin, pawing frantically at skirts buried deep beneath the stiff and no longer harmless snow. A sleigh could only carry them so far now that the sheets of stinging ice reduced their visibility.
They had no choice but to finish their journey on foot but then again, one knew better than to travel during a blizzard.
At long last, warm light glowed in the distance. At least the fates pitied them.
“I can’t feel my hands, can you?”
“Can you knock?”
“You mean like I have the last three centuries?”
Neither could tell if that had been meant as a joke.
As the two bundled figures stood on the door step, o