A/N: Chapter 2 is here! Remember that the Robin in this one-shot is different from the Robin in the first one.
Anger boiling in his chest, Chrom stared at the hooded figure before him. The air was frigid and the winter winds whipped around them, but Chrom had thoughts only for the cocky, satisfied sneer on Robin's face.
Traitor.
"You of all people," Chrom began. "I thought you were my friend."
Robin smiled a slow smile, full of cunning and sharp edges. "You're so naive, Chrom," he said. "It's amazing how easy it was to pull the wool over your eyes."
"I trusted you!" Chrom said in disbelief.
Robin laughed, a short, barking laugh. His black hair and robes rippled in the wind, a dark contrast to the white snow around him. He looked like a wraith against the sleet, forbidding and tall.
"I see our friendship meant nothing to you," Chrom said bitterly. "Betrayed by the one closest to me."
"I was closest to you," Robin said. His pale eyes flashed like chips of ice. "It made it all the more easier to carry out my plan."
Gritting his teeth, Chrom remembered how he and his troops had labored for what seemed like hours, struggling to fight their way across the battlefield—all to be thwarted when they were ambushed by a devastating downhill charge, orchestrated by Robin, Chrom's best friend. Former best friend.
"I can't believe you'd do this," he accused.
Robin shrugged, a deliberate expression of nonchalance coming onto his face. "It certainly isn't my fault you weren't able to see through my strategies," he said indifferently.
"That does it!" Chrom snapped. "Now I'm angry!" he tore off the heavy winter cloak he wore. Frostbite was definitely a possibility, but right now Chrom valued the mobility needed to pound Robin's face in more than he valued a few toes.
"You're finished!" Robin snarled, rolling up his sleeves. He met Chrom's lunge halfway. The two fell to the snow in a howling tussle of limbs.
"Naga above and Grima below!" Frederick shrieked from the crowd of onlooking Shepherds. "It was just a snowball fight!"
Neither the Exalt or the tactician heard him, probably because the Exalt was preoccupied with shoving snow down the back of the tactician's coat, and the tactician was preoccupied with caking slush into the Exalt's hair.
"The two of them are wasted in the Shepherds," Virion observed. "From what we've seen, the actor's guild is missing two major talents."
"Everything I did, I did for my people!" Robin shouted as Chrom pushed him into a snow drift.
A/N: This was a bit shorter than I thought it would be, but I still kinda like it. Expect more in the near future—I have a longer chapter finished up and more in the works.
Reviews are appreciated! I'd like to know if I'm doing something right.
