A/N: A little Wintertime story to beat the heat.

the prompt was "The First Snowfall"

Enjoy!

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It was the first snowfall of the year in Ferelden, well, for the Frostback mountains. It was still late summer down in the lower altitudes. The party had pitched their tents together to keep warm. This was only for one night, as Orzammar was just a few hours walk away.

Wynne, Leliana, Zevran and Sten were asleep in their respective corners of the tent. Morrigan absolutely refused to stay with the party in their large makeshift tent and pitched her own. Alistair was still awake in his bedroll, looking up at the cloth ceiling. Their fearless leader, Rosalind Amell, was standing outside the tent, watching the snow slowly fall from the dark sky.

It had been so many years since Rosalind felt the snow fall on her cheeks. Being stuck in the tower, she felt the cold but never the snow. It had been her last year in Kirkwall when she made her last snowman with her siblings. She could still see them working together in their little courtyard garden making the snowman. There was hardly ever enough snow on the grass. So Rosalind usually climbed up on the small tree they had and used a broom to brush the snow down from the joining house's roofs. Then once the snowman was finished, they're mother would always call them in for lunch and hot cocoa.

"I wonder if they remember me..." Rosalind whispered softly to herself. She put out her palm and caught a snowflake in her hand, and casted a frost spell so it wouldn't melt right away. She examined the small snowflake in her hand. She heard the tent flap slowly open a little and she turned to meet a familiar blonde warden.

"What are you doing? Aren't you cold?" Alistair asked, he slid out of the warm tent, blanket covering his broad shoulders. He cringed as the cold wind blew against his face.

"I'm fine, get back inside before you catch a chill." Rosalind told him, forgetting all about the flake in her palm. She put her cold hands on his cheek and watched him cringe. She held in a giggle.

"But what are you doing? Look at you your cheeks are all red, and so is your nose." Alistair said, he moved closer and wrapped his arms around Rosalind, pulling her inside the warm blanket and to his even warmer chest.

Her cheeks were now red from blushing. "I was just watching the snow fall...It's been so long since I've been able to actually feel it..."

"Do you have fond memories of winter?" Alistair asked.

Rosalind nodded. "When I lived in Kirkwall, my siblings and I would play in the snow every time it snowed." she explained. "It was...It was really nice. I miss them." Tears were brimming her eyes

"I'm sorry..." Alistair kissed Rosalind on the forehead gently.

Rosalind smiled. "It's alright...Lets get back inside before we freeze."

"As you wish, my lady." Alistair opened the tent flap and let Rosalind in before following himself. He quickly fastened the flap and watched as Rosalind crawled to her bedroll that was next to his. She curled up in her blankets and peeked up with her clear crystal eyes. Alistair smiled and laid down on his bed roll and pulled Rosalind closer. He opened her cocoon of blankets and pulled her close to him.

"We'll be warmer if we share body heat." He said with a smirk, a light blush gracing his cheeks.

Rosalind blushed as well and laughed. "You're right, I am warmer." she said then nuzzled her head right under his chin. "Goodnight Alistair."

"Goodnight, my dear."