I promised an extra-fluffy chapter this time. Hope it's satifying!

Two days later a cold frost hit New York, and ice crept up all unattended things outside.

"It's freezing!" Queenie remarked as she hauled in the laundry hanging from the windows.

Tina nodded, teeth chattering. She'd gotten a mild cold just the previous night, and was trying her best to fight it off as soon as possible. That was why she buried herself under a mountain of blankets.

Newt walked into the house. He just returned from Jacob's Bakery, and had a paper bag full of buns clutched in each hand.

"Whoo!" He breathed, shaking his head. His hair bounced around, and a fresh layer frost fell onto the worn carpet.

"Here." Tina scrabbled at her blankets and tossed Newt a towel. "Dry yourself up."

Newt rubbed his hair, shoulders and shoes.

"I think we're stuck here for good." He said. "It started snowing a little; we can't exactly go outside."

Tina perked up. "Wait- has the water frozen outside?"

Newt nodded. "Yes."

Queenie and Tina glanced at eachother.

"ICE-SKATING!" they said simultaneously.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Newt inquired nervously.

He and the sisters were walking down the cold streets of New York, ice-skates over their shoulders and coats piled on their body.

"Of course!" Queenie grinned, skipping a little in her winter boots. "Ice-skating is a Goldstein family tradition."

"No, I meant that it's too cold. Tina's sick." Newt said.

"I'm fine." Tina raised her eyebrows. "Newt, you don't need to protect me."

Newt shrugged. Queenie smiled knowingly.

They walked down all the way to Central Park, heading straight for the lake. Newt glanced over at Tina, remembering the time she took him to see it.

Tina pretended not to notice.

The lake was frozen over, and mostly empty. Only one or two other skaters were there.

"Come on!" Queenie replaced her boots with ice-skates and glided onto the ice in a graceful manner.

Tina took a longer time. She pulled off her shoes, then expertly laced up the skates.

"I don't have any ice-skates." Newt told her, his eyes on the ground.

"Oh, here. Queenie brought an extra pair."

Tina helped Newt put them on. He wobbled dangerously, leaning on her for balance.

Tina laughed sweetly- a sound that made Newt relax slightly.

"Let's get on the ice?" He offered, taking odd steps towards the frozen lake.

"Sure." Tina took his gloved hand with her own mittened one and the two slid onto the ice.

Newt fell almost instantly.

"It's harder than it looks!" He exclaimed, shakily trying to stand.

Tina yanked him up.

"It IS hard." She admitted. "But Queenie and I have practiced a LOT since we were children. You just need to keep trying."

Newt watched Queenie skate elegantly across the lake and nodded determinedly.

"I will." He said.

For the next two hours, Tina taught Newt how to skate. It was hard; Newt never really tried to get on ice. But he was a hard-working person, and by the end of the second hour he could easily slide the width of the lake without falling.

"Well done!" Tina grinned. "You're really getting the hang of this!"

Newt seemed pleased. "This is fun."

Queenie glided by.

"Hey!" she smiled. "Newt, you're good at it!"

Newt had never enjoyed himself so much.

The ice was cool and hard. He loved the feel of his skates as he drifted across it. He loved the taste of cold in the air. He loved the rush of freezing air in his face when he skated. He loved Tina's hand clasping his own.

He was so happy.

"Newt, do you want to go yet?" Tina asked him after what seemed like hours. "Your lips are blue."

Newt was surprised. "They are?"

Tina pressed Newt's fingers to his own lips.

"They look like ice blocks." She said.

Newt didn't tell her they felt like ice blocks, too.

"No, I don't want to leave." He answered her question. "I-I like this."

Tina smiled at him. He was so sweet when he was excited; his eyes sparkled, his hair fluttered around his face, he grinned widely.

"All right. We should leave soon, though. It's getting much colder." She told him.

They skated for a while more. Queenie bade Tina and Newt goodbye and went home, advising them to leave in a little while. She said it was probably going to snow.

Evidently, Queenie was right. Only minutes after she left, light snowfall began.

"Let's go, Newt." Tina suggested.

"Just a little bit more-" Newt began, but then the snow got stronger and he admitted it was time to go.

It started snowing way more seriously as they walked home. Newt and Tina jokingly shielded eachother from the downfall until it got drastic.

Then they just stumble-ran as fast as they could.

Queenie was in a very told-you-so mood when Tina and Newt arrived at home covered in snow and shivering with cold. She fixed them each a cup of hot cocoa and plopped them in front of the fire to keep warm.

Later on, it was obvious Tina's cold got worse and Newt caught it too. Strangely, though, neither of them cared.