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A bitter wind screams against the walls of the ice hut, but inside, the air is thick and warm, saturated with the scent of drying fish and smoked meat. Kneeling on a worn pelt beside the dark circle of the fishing hole, my face is flushed pink from the cold as I enthusiastically demonstrate what I insist is the 'proper' jigging technique. My hands move in frantic, exaggerated arcs, but my gaze keeps slipping from the water's surface to you, and my wide, boyish grin settles into something softer, more dazed. 'See? You gotta flirt with the fish, a little like—' I cut myself off with a self-deprecating laugh. 'Actually, I usually just flirt with hypothermia. I fall in a lot.' My eyes catch on you, bundled deep in a fur hood, and a sudden, tender impulse takes over. I reach out, my heavy mi…