A/N: I disclaim anything you might recognize. Enjoy.
She had never gone horseback riding in the snow before, and she found it wasn't much different if one ignored the stinging cold, the stabbing wind, and the stumbling of the horse on the hidden ice. Her hands felt frozen to the reigns, her feet to the stirrups, and her scarf to her face. But she was determined not to ask the question itching at her tongue: Were they there yet? And not because Martin, who was riding the last horse in the line up, had just done so. He spoke very fast and with a soft voice, yet though she only caught every other word, she already knew where he had been born, what his parent's names were, and the date his Jack Russell Terrier was born on. The boy happily filled in any gaps of the conversation she made. Martin was a nice boy, though, even if his mouth was continually open, and she hadn't the heart to tell him to be quiet. She enjoyed the company, Elliot having travelled his way to the top of the group.
They hadn't spoken in four days. The longest they had gone without talking to each other since their last spat- one which she decidedly did not want to repeat, but seemed bound to. For it was her fault. Undoubtedly, it was. She had been the one to sleep on the couch their first night, complaining of a lumpy mattress. Elliot just couldn't understand how cold the room felt with it's pale blue walls. She had been the one to decline the offer of skiing no matter how much Elliot had pleaded. He had left her to the silent house. And she was the one, not Elliot, who had responded only in grunts and murmurs, thereby starting this fight of silence. The way her voice echoed in the house disturbed her, but she could not tell Elliot that.
She had always been called frigid, or cold, or just been ignored. People tended not to speak to her after being with her for the first ten minutes and she had yet to say a word. Elliot always used to find a way past that.
A/N: Here I am, again, asking you for a comment. I didn't mean to wait this long to update, but life jumped me unexpectedly. But here you are! I hope my, ahem, two readers enjoyed it. If you're still reading. Ahhh. I kid. Reviews are better than Thanksgiving gravy.
Anita: Thank you for the review. It helped get this out at all!
-Screwy
