A/N: Wrote this a long(ish) time ago in my notebook. Felt it might be good enough to publish.
Enjoy.
It was the beginning of the evening, that time when it gets bitterly cold all too fast, and the fact that they were on a mountain didn't help at all.
Lucca shivered and rubbed her arms, seated dangerously close to the tiny fire she had managed to pull together in the cave they had found and subsequently taken shelter in. Her normal skirt-and-leggings combo wasn't doing much for her now, and she knew it was just going to get worse as the night wore on. "Jeez, if I'd known it'd be this cold I'd've worn heavier clothes..." She frowned, glancing over at Frog. "Glenn? You okay?"
The amphibian swordsman jerked awake and tried to stand up but failed. "The chill," he murmured faintly. "I have become as any frog in winter. Mine own body betrays me; I am being frozen alive..."
She grimaced, stretching, catlike, for a moment before moving to bring him closer to the blaze. "Well, a Frogsicle can't help us get Crono back."
"My thanks, lass," he whispered hoarsely, leaning on her. A soft ribbit escaped him, as one might sigh.
Magus observed them silently from his corner of the cave. It didn't seem fair for someone so naive and innocent to be so powerful. She was, what, 16? 17, maybe? Ridiculous. And he wasn't-
The pale-skinned magician swallowed thickly, realizing he was close to tears. He scoffed and spoke a quick alarm spell before pulling his cloak over himself, curling up, and going to sleep.