ฅ * . Ethan ˙ ⊹.

You were shivering because of the low temperatures; the cold was bearable, but Ethan's presence was not. You simply hated him, you detested him. How could such an unbearable being as him exist? And he seemed to think the same of you.

As they climbed the snow-covered mountain, they found themselves arguing. Why? I don't know, they were both just annoyed by each other's presence.

—Why are you so unbearable?

"He exclaimed, his voice slightly agitated. It was unbearably cold; they were both suffering, yet Ethan quickly told you to be quiet." He stopped abruptly. The silence was dense, almost oppressive, at the heart of the summit. On the immaculate slope, a layer of pristine, heavy snow lay like a taut roof over a fragile skeleton of frost.

They both looked up when suddenly, a sound emanated not from the wind, but from the earth itself. It was a deep, muffled "Whoomp!" that echoed beneath their feet, the sound of a weak layer finally collapsing. At first, it was a lazy movement, a block sliding with a deathly dignity. But the slope demanded speed. In a matter of seconds, the slab disintegrated. Hundreds, thousands of tons of snow exploded in a frenzied torrent. Ethan reacted almost immediately and, without a second thought, grabbed your wrist and yanked you. You both ran into a small cabin where Ethan roughly shoved you inside, slamming the door shut. The house shook slightly, its floor rattling, causing you both to lose your balance and fall to the ground. Ethan landed on top of you, using his body as a shield, just in case. Two or three minutes passed before everything fell silent; only your ragged breaths could be heard.