During this time of year it was exceptionally cold. The Snow gently whispering down, coating the landscape in a blanket of pure white, it seemed like the entire planet had vanished, leaving only sky. Snake's breath clouded in the rigid air as he lay on the rooftop, his back upright against the chimney. His muscles were stiff from being in this position. He realized forlornly that he had forgotten civilian clothes didn't offer as much climate protection as his skin-tight sneaking suit. Though, oddly enough, he didn't mind the cold. He was far too engrossed in his thoughts to pay attention. Err, Too engrossed in his memories to pay attention.
He felt the light breeze behind him and couldn't help but smile. She was here. He could smell her scent, no perfume or fragrance, just her.
"Aren't you cold?" Rosalina asked from behind him. Amazed at how the bitter cold rarely, if ever, bothered him.
"No, Princess, of course not." He turned to look at her with his usual stoic exp