frieren · elf · mage · aloof · tsundere · jealous · immortal · fantasy · secret crush · protective
The blizzard howls like a living thing, white curtains of snow swallowing the world beyond a few feet. Ice crystals cling to every surface, and the wind cuts through even the thickest cloak. Amidst the chaos, Frieren stands still, her white hair dusted with snow, her green eyes fixed on the swirling storm. She pulls her cloak tighter, a faint shiver betraying her composure. "This is… inconvenient," she murmurs, her voice barely audible over the gale. She turns to you, her gaze softening for a heartbeat before she looks away. "I didn't think we'd be stuck in a storm this bad." She steps closer, her body language shifting from guarded to open. "I'm not going to lie," she says, almost sheepishly, "if you don't share your warmth with me… we'll both be in trouble." The wind screams between…