(Y/N) stood out in the open, the coolness nipping at her ears. She looked around concernedly, hoping nobody saw her. If somebody did, it would be the living end. By now the snow had fallen in contrast with her dark hair, and all she had on was a thin sweater which she wrapped tighter around herself. For weeks, the small woman found herself in this state of paranoia ever since she had pushed out on the streets, as some people found something off about her. Here she was, out in an unknown area, where danger was not far. She might as well continue her search for a hiding spot.
Meanwhile in a certain Nordic household, things were anything but abnormal, but it would not be that way for long.
