Trixie skateboarded lazily towards the old playing field. She abandoned her board at the edge of the grass, and walked forwards towards the blackened trees. The air was so sleek - cold with the hint of morning dew - and stagnant. It crawled around your bones and radiated through your flesh. Trixie releasing a breath from between her lips as she pulled her coat closer, and zipped it up. She wished, momentarily, that she hadn't cut the fingers off of all of her gloves. Her pink-tipped, rigid fingers, surely didn't appreciate her gesture of careless indifference.

Even so, she was a stubborn girl. Her boot-clad feet continued on through the dark, unkept grass only stopping when they reached the swingset. The blue plastic seat was still there hanging from the persistant chain link. It was just how she remembered from her childhood... only smaller. Trixie managed a smile as she tugged on the chain, before plopping happily in the seat. She closed her eyes, thrusting her head back as she tried to transport herself to the past. The cold breeze was the only thing to greet her. Trixie finally giving up on her attempt at magic to begin to swing more earnestly.

It reminded her of so many childhood memories. The dark sky breaking away into the sunlight of the afternoon in her mind's eye. It was warm, like every summer in Lazy Town. The colors were vivid and strong. The yellow of the brick wall. The blue of the sky. The brown of the bark of the treehouse. The pink of Stephanie's hair. The blue of Sportacus' suit. The red of Ziggy's cape...

Pixel's electronic devices. Stingy's bow tie. Ziggy's lollipop. Stephanie's plastic bracelets. Sportacus' stupid hat... It all came rushing back to her until she could almost hear the cheer of children's voices brushing against her ear. She felt the vibration of their sneakers pushing hard against the ground as they ran, as they played. They were free of any real worries or concerns. The only frown to grace their faces over silly disputes and scraped knees. They had a hero, then. There was security.

But then the cold came rushing back like a slap to the face. Trixie leaned over, covering her face as she tried to contain the tears that were coming so unexpectedly. "This is so stupid." She whispered.

"No," A male voice from behind her spoke. "What is though is you being out when it is so cold outside!" Trixie froze, before sitting up and glancing back with wide brown eyes. She was hypnotised by that flash of blond hair and blue eyes immediately.

"S-sorry, Sportacus, I-" The man laughed, kneeling with his hands on his knees at the assumption. It was only then that she saw the brief hint of freckles across his rosy cheeks, and his slightly rounder face. He was also shorter than Sportacus. Trixie quickly felt foolish as she took in her view of the man.

He was dressed casually in a blue zip-up sports jacket with a big yellow Z on the chest with red wrist and waist cuffs. There was a hint of a white t-shirt peeking out from under the jacket. Red pants with lots of pockets and straps criss-crossing in the back that lead into blue converse sneakers. "Ziggy?" She muttered, not sure if she should smile or not. Trixie hadn't seen him in years - he'd grown up so much!

"Mmhm." He smiled at her, that same goofy smile of his. "You have such long hair now." Ziggy commented as he removed his red scarf from around his neck. He looped it around her shoulders, still leaning over to be eye to eye with her. Trixie blushed, bowing her head. Her black hair covering most of her face from view... She was suddenly shy, caught off guard like this. "Why are you out in the cold?" Ziggy asked.

Trixie looked up, "I-I wanted to take a walk! I miss..." She hesitated, before shaking her head. Ziggy looked at her a bit sadly, before he slid his blue beanie hat over her black hair.

"Friends forever." He smiled warmly, before taking her hand to pull her to her feet. "I'll make you some hot coco back at my place before you get a cold. We should catch up on the last few years." Trixie looked uncomfortable, so he flashed his classic grin. "I'm seventeen now!" Ziggy cheered.

The Asian girl giggled into her free hand. "Congratulations." She said cheerfully, before relaxing enough to give him a farmiliar look of sass with a hand on her cocked hip. "But I'm still older than you by two years!" He almost looked disappointed and sad at the comment.

"Yeah," He huffed quietly. "I know." Ziggy paused a moment, before the two of them started laughing. It was strange to be with her. He hadn't seen her since she was sixteen, and even then rarely. Trixie had somehow managed to maintain a "cool" distance from her childhood friends in highschool years. Everyone had gone there seperate ways, really. Of course, they were all polite to eachother. They recognized the past, but most viewed it as just that... the past.

Now the athletic, tomboyish, troublemaking, free spirit was nineteen years old. She seemed kinder and definately more feminine - but still with that edgy side of danger that was so attractive in a woman. Ziggy had forgotten he'd missed her, but here she was to prove that he did. The girl who had scared him, threatened him, stolen candy from him... and who saved his life when he was ready to die from loneliness out in the cold...

...the night of his seventeeth birthday.