Midna slowly woke up but did not open her eyes yet. She had not felt this comfortable in a very long time and – for the first time ever during the adventure in the light dwellers' world – she did not want to rush things.
She yawned happily and snuggled further into the cloth beneath her, clutching it in her tiny hands. After a while she noticed that she was moving. Up and down and up and down again. Slowly and barely, but steadily.
The imp opened her eyes, blinking a few times to see clearly. Grass? She thought for a second before she noticed that the green was not grass, but a familiar hero's tunic she was lying on. She gasped lightly and propped herself up on her elbows, since something was blocking her from standing up or floating away.
Her gasp woke the young man beneath her up. He groaned and lifted his head.
They had sunken onto the floor in front of the wall they had been leaning on the previous day. Both must have fallen asleep pretty soon and, of course, neither of them complained. So, Midna had slept on Link's chest, underneath the blanket, sharing body heat.
He blinked at her a few times. Then, he decided he was still too tired to get up, put his left hand behind his head and laid back down. His other hand however was still resting on Midna's back, making her blush lightly and preventing her from standing up.
"Um... Link?" She finally asked.
"Hm?" He barely answered, breathing calmly again. The imp thought for a minute and then decided to enjoy the moment and his warmth.
"Nothing…" she mumbled as she laid her head back down on his chest, arms crossed under her chin.
Some hours had passed when Midna suddenly felt Link moving. She lifted her head up and opened her eyes at the touch of his other hand around her tiny form.
"Huh?" She thought out loud. The chosen hero wrapped his arms around her and sat up against the wall of the cave.
"Good morning." He greeted happily.
"Mornin'. What makes you so happy all of a sudden?" She raised a brow. He yawned, but still did not take his hands off her back.
"It´s been such a long time since I had a lie-in." He smiled widely at her. She rolled her eyes and could not help but smile.
"The entrance is blocked with snow," he stated nonchalantly.
"What?!" Midna exclaimed and rushed to the entrance, which was, indeed, blocked. Completely. "But..." she muttered as she stared at the only way out.
"If we try to dig it open now, all the snow from outside will come in and bury us. And if we use a bomb, we'll explode as well." Link pondered. The imp's hands began to shake.
"But… then we're trapped here and will probably freeze to death!" She cried out, not knowing how to let her anger and depression out.
"Hey," a hand rested on her small shoulder, "we'll figure something out when the snow has melted a little. And don't worry, we won't freeze to death." She spun around, almost furiously glaring at him.
"Well, genius, here's absolutely no space to move around or anything! So how do you suggest we will stay warm in here?"
