A Snowy Day
Climbing down from the carriage, the Gentoo penguin doffed his top hat, wishing them a good day. Jane and Michael were already rushing across the frozen expanse, having promised a game of cricket to some nearby polar bears.
Mary let them leave. It had been a while since their last Jolly Holiday. With an exaggerated bow, Bert appeared beside her, offering his hand. She didn't hesitate.
They waltzed across the snow and ice, the perfected landscape remaining unmarked by their footprints. It would have been impolite to ruin such a scene. Barely aware of their surroundings, they danced under the southern lights till they felt almost breathless.
Pausing, they came to a stop near a bench made entirely from ice. A convenient finding. Sitting together, her voice was as soft as the falling snow, thanking him as he kissed her gloved hand. Although their skin did not touch, she felt as if there were nothing between them. He would never know if the blush was for him or the cold air.
They lingered a moment, enjoying the view. Hand-in-hand, she stood, him following. A minute later, he pulled her back, causing them to halt.
"Let's not wait so long next time."
She sighed happily. "No, let's not."
Sharing a tender kiss, the moment was over before they could savour it.
They returned to the home of the polar bears, their hands disentangling before they were in sight. A look shared that only they knew the meaning of. Standing amid the glaciers of the North Pole, at the entrance of the polar bears' hollowed cave, Mary felt warm.
This was really hard to write and I've read it so many times that I don't even know if it makes sense. Please, just take it!