Frisk looked up at the knock on her door. "Hello?"
A muffled voice said "You're supposed to say who's there, kid."
The brunette woman stood up from the box at her neighbor's voice. DETERMINATION filled her as she struggled to get through the moving boxes. She smiled when she finally got to the door. "Fine. Who's there?"
"Snowy."
"Snowy who?"
"Snowy in the word snow- just an s, and an n, and an ow."
Frisk giggled, opening the door to the skeleton. Sans Snowdin smiled down at her, holding two cups of hot chocolate.
"What's all this for?"
"Well, you said yesterday that you were starting to feel homesick for Hotland. So, why not toast your first winter?" He said.
Frisk nodded, grabbing her coat.
The two stood on the porch of Frisk's house, watching it snow. Sans smiled as Frisk finished her hot chocolate and then ran to the whiteness.
The blush on her face was absolutely adorable, but what made Sans' cheekbones flush blue was her sticking her tongue out to catch the flakes.
Frisk was really too adorable.