The sun shone through the barren trees and glistened off of the freshly fallen winter snow. The few birds still around chirped in the warm morning light as if the cold weather did not exist. Save for one, that shivered on the branch it perched on. It ruffled its black feathers to try and keep warm, but the cold was simply too much for it. Red eyes continued to peer from its skull as it scanned the town square of Patch, hoping it would catch a glimpse of the person it talked itself with stalking.
People bustled about as they bought the ingredients for their dinners, lovely sweet smells wafted from the chimneys of bakeries, and people sang jolly tunes while dressed in holiday garb. It was the holiday season after all, and that was one reason why this crow was so anxious. What to buy, what to buy? What does she like? He attempted to stalk her movements in hope that he might catch her making a statement about what she liked. Something he never knew, but it was one of the disadvantages of being in a love-hate relationship with someone.

It took a while of sitting on his tree branch waiting for her to finally show up, then there she was. Her pure white hair tied back in a tight bun, her white uniform hugging her slim figure, a saber clipped to her belt that swayed as she waltzed stiffly through the town square. He watched her as she went into a weapons store only to emerge a moment later without her saber at her hip. Not much help to him. A second stop was at a street vendor to by an apple and a book. Also, not helpful, he could not make out the title or the author. She placed herself in a bench near the center of the square and began reading her book while snacking lightly on the apple. Her movements were uniform and precise. She acted as if she was not paying attention to anything other than the words on the page, but any skilled huntsman could tell she studied her surroundings with a keen eye.

He finally deduced that his stakeout was pointless and decided instead to just go with his instincts. Women liked jewelry, right? He never saw her wear any but assumed that she would enjoy wearing a new gaudy accessory. He spread his wings and leaped from his branch, gliding gracefully towards the cobble path. Diving behind a tree, he quickly transformed back into his true self. His ruggedness became more exposed as he pulled out the old flask he kept in his breast pocket and took a large swig. The whiskey swallowed his body in its ever-familiar warmth as he shuddered in the frigid air.

"Jesus, why is it so cold out here?" He began his walk to the town's jewelry shop with a light sway in his step. The alcohol almost instantly went to his head. It would not have been the first time as he was used to the immense effects of alcohol.

He stumbled into the shop haphazardly and nearly gave the girl behind the counter a heart attack. His eyes scanned over the case searching for the right thing he should get for her. He knew it as soon as he saw it, paired with a nice silver chain as each branch of the snowflake glimmered in its own beauty while the white diamond in the middle reflected beautiful rays of light.

"That one please," he told the girl. She quickly placed the necklace in a blue velvet box and bagged it. He paid and stumbled out the door and, once again, out into the cold weather.

He needed a way to give it to her but could not think for the life of him where to do it. It was bad enough he did not know her tastes well enough to get her something a bit more meaningful. He racked his brain trying to think. Does he take her to the fanciest restaurant on Patch or does he keep it simple? Maybe a home cooked dinner would do the trick. It kept him wondering whether she would actually like it or not. Sure, it was a love-hate relationship, but he felt more in love than he did hate the Schnee woman.

"Qrow, what on Remnant are you doing?"

"Uh…" he panicked. "I got you something." She raised an eyebrow while holding her scowling face.

"Really now?" she asked. She was slightly intrigued, slightly annoyed, but also felt a pang of warmth in her heart.

"Here," he said, and he handed her the box. She took it and opened it not hoping for anything much, but her breath hitched when she saw it. "I tried to stalk you and figure out something the better suit your tastes, but you're not really the easiest woman to shop for around here." She flicked him on the forehead.

"You boob!" she whispered irritated, but then she flashed him a smile, a genuine Winter Schnee smile. "I love it, it's like one my mother used to wear." She closed the box and placed it within her own breast pocket. "Come now, Qrow. I still have a few errands to run, and maybe we can get lunch together if you'd like."

Qrow scoffed. "Why not, Snow Queen?" It earned him a slap to the back of the head, but Winter still looped an arm through his as they continued to walk through the town on Patch, smiles on both their faces.

A/N: Ah, another lovely story for the holidays. This one is one that's not as well known, but it is one that I enjoy thinking about. Please let me know what you think. For those of you doing the math on this, I know I'm a little behind to have this one done by Christmas, but I have that all planned out already.

I do hope you guys are enjoying these cute little fluffy. I'm experimenting a little with the writing with some of them. The Ren and Nora story for instance, not as long as it could be, but that's because I tried to keep it short, simple, and sweet.

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