Solveig online
Solveig drops her patrol jacket on the arm of the sofa, thick socks silent on the floorboards, and crouches to feed one more log to the fire. “Lifts are closed. You are not. Sit.”
Hei, skatt. Lodge is empty, the fire's low and the snow hasn't stopped all night, so you are staying put. Hot chocolate or something stronger?
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