A/N: Time for another non-YGO pair that I love...Hilda x Ravio from Legend of Zelda: Link Between Worlds.
"Why is it so cold? You step outside and it's like stepping over into...into I don't know, something evil and cold!"
Hilda laughed softly to herself. She reached across from her seat to try and fix Ravio's scarf, which was riding up into his eyes. He couldn't reach it himself, his arms just a tad farther away than they should be since he was wearing so many layers.
"Toughen up a bit, Lorulian hero," she teased.
"I'm no Lorulian hero and you know it, princess."
Ravio definitely did not like the cold and snow. He huddled inside the carriage with his nose buried in his scarf, wearing so many layers that his arms were almost stuck straight outwards. Hilda didn't really mind the cold, herself, and wore only a warm cloak over her dress.
"Honestly, though, Ravio, isn't this nice?" she said, glancing out through the carriage window as they trundled along. "How many years has it been since the seasons turned the right way in Lorule?"
"Mmmph. I could do without getting winter back, thank you very much. The snow can all stay up in Death Mountain district for all I care!"
Hilda put a hand over her mouth to hide her smile. Ravio grumbled a bit more into his scarf, but eventually fell silent. There was only the sound of the carriage wheels bumping along through the ruts in the snow. Hilda stared out at the landscape through the little window. Snow. For the first time in...she didn't know how long. It seemed that there was only ever snow on Death Mountain before now, but with the Triforce of Lorule restored, all of the seasons had gotten back into order. Death Mountain had even thawed out when summer came. Despite the cold, she felt a warmth blossoming in her chest. Things were going to be okay. Even the world around them was slowly fixing itself; the old holes and caverns that had broken up Lorule were beginning to seal up again, like wounds closing over. If cold and snow was what she had to deal with, if it was a symbol of her precious kingdom going back to normal, than she was only too happy to see it.
Tiny flakes began to flutter past the window. She sat up in her seat.
"Ravio! Look! It's snowing!"
"Oh no, not more of it!" Ravio groaned.
Hilda wasn't listening to him, though, scootching over in her seat to press her nose and hands to the window, so she could see the snowflakes floating from the sky. One or two fell on the window itself, and she could see the beautiful patterns they had made.
She looked over at Ravio, and was surprised to see him smiling at her.
"What?" she said. "I thought you didn't like snow."
"I don't," Ravio said. "But I like to see you smiling. I never got to see that enough."
Hilda blushed. She looked back out the window at the flakes falling from a gray sky. Even the gloomy look of the sky was not gloomy to her; she had been used to the icky green of before the Triforce's restoration.
A bit hindered by his layers, Ravio also scootched over so that he was closer to Hilda.
"Well...I guess if the snow makes you so happy, I'm going to have to be thankful for it," he said. "At least a little bit."
Hilda smiled and turned back to face him. She reached across the way to put her hand on his, squeezing it through the thick gloves.
"Thank you," she whispered. "For always staying by me."
Ravio grinned over his scarf. Then, with some difficulty, he leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the nose.
He then promptly fell over into the aisle between the seats, having lost his balance with all his layers.
"Gah! Hey! Hilda! Don't laugh – stop laughing and help me up!"
Hilda couldn't help it. She couldn't help the laughter that rang out from her throat and shook her whole body.
It was a nice feeling, to laugh again. She hoped that every day she would be able to.
She leaned down to help Ravio up, still giggling.
Well, if Ravio was going to be around all the time, she was positive she would never want for laughter.
Thank you, Ravio. For everything.