"Yer gonna freeze ya feet." She said, crossing her arms and glancing down at the crying country. When she got no response other than an opened eye, she sighed and patted his hair. "Come back inside. I'll get Nor to make us some coffee." She said, and this time she got a response, but not the one she expected. 

"Would Scandinavia be proud of me?” Two owlish blue eyes locked on her face, and she had to physically turn her head to escape his gaze.

“I don’t know, Fae. Probably. Who wouldn’t be proud of a six foot tall ball of energy and attitude who beats transphobes for fun, eh?” She forced a grin, but the sitting one remained deadpan. She sighed, and sat down next to him in the snow as he collected some in a shaking palm. “Yer just like her, ya know. Tall, blue eyes, big smile.” 

His eyes followed her intently as she sat, and he nibbled on his handful of snow. “I can’t remember her much. Was she sick?” 

She nodded, rubbing his back. “Yeah. Well, when ya came around she was. When I was smaller, she was a fierce warrior. She taught me and the others how to fight.” 

He hugged his knees, sighing heavily enough to blow his hair about. “So what…what you, and Dan, and Sve taught me, thats what she taught you guys to do?” He asks, and his tears feel like they were frozen to his skin. His knowledge that he was so proud of was secondhand.