Ice is a rare commody on a spaceship and Scotty doesn't know whether or not he minds.
He was so freaking glad to be off of that god-forsaken ice planet, to be back among people – to be able to hold conversations, eat real ( well, mostly real ) food, play poker with the other off-duty crew – that he never even considered the idea that he might miss it.
No, that's not true. He doesn't miss the planet, doesn't miss the solitude (except on rare occasions when the press of others feels almost stifling, but that's what personal quarters are for), doesn't miss the cold ( Spock is the only one who notices that he keeps his station just a few degrees cooler then the rest of the ship ). But occasionally, when he forgets to not think about it, he'll remember the time he rigged up a sled and went flying down the snow, the soft moan of the wind blowing across the caves, the way the ice would glitter-spark like a supernova when the sun hit it just right, and how --
Ice is a rare commody on a spaceship and Scotty doesn't know whether or not he minds.