Frisk stretched and yawned, pushing away the covers. She stared up at the ceiling, before sitting on the edge of the bed, gazing out the window at the snowy footpath. She looked over at Kirsty's bed. It was empty and untidy. Deciding that she should search for her roommate, Frisk stood slowly, walking over to the wardrobe and replacing her dark blue nightie with her striped shirt and blue jeans.

She slipped into the lounge in her bare feet and stared at what her strange friend was doing. Sitting cross legged on the cream couch, Kirsty wore her colour-splattered headphones and her pink, cat onesie, writing in what appeared to be a diary.

"Morning, Kirsty." smiled Frisk.

"Morning, Frisk." said Kirsty.

"'The Stuff And Nonsense Of A Human Girl'? Is that your diary?"

"Uh... Yeah." Kirsty blushed.

"... How long have you been up?" asked Frisk, looking at the clock on the wall. "Seven..."

"Um..." She stared at the corner of the room, sticking her tongue out while she thought. "Since five o' five."

"Really?"

"Uh huh."

"Did you eat any breakfast?"

"Uh... I-" Her impatient stomach roared angrily. "No."

"Heh. It's alright. I've got some leftover butterscotch-cinnamon pie Toriel gave me, or you can have Tem Flakes Breakfast Cereal."

"Uh... I think I'll just have the Tem Flakes." Kirsty nodded.

"Right."

Frisk walked into the kitchen, opening an frosted, snow-stained, winter morning window pane, staring at the icy cold of the outside world, filling her lungs with the fresh, dawning air as she poured two bowls of the odd Tem Flakes and set them down on the table. Kirsty, removing her headphones and resting on one of the round, wooden stools, began eating her breakfast, which did not take long to do at all. The diary she had left open on the arm of her chair and the headphones lying beside it. "So," Frisk said, "where are you gonna start? When you're exploring the place, which direction do you wanna go in?"

"Um..." Kirsty stopped and thought, fingering the intricate spoon design of spiralling roses and lilies. "I think I'll cross that bridge when I get to it."

"Good answer." nodded Frisk, with a chuckle.

A gentle breeze blew through their wisps of brown hair, calm and quiet in the streets of Snowdin. Coated in a great, green fluff creature, Kirsty wandered down the icy path, turning right towards the ruins. They were surrounded by frosty, green trees, some of which still with Christmas decorations hung on them.

"Christmas was three months ago." Kirsty stated, picking a small, red bauble from the nearest tree and thrusting it in Frisk's face.

"Well, what can I say? It's just hard for them to...let it go." the twelve year old joked, winking and pulling a proud, triumphant smirk that seemed to grow beyond the limits of her slightly dark-skinned face. Kirsty rolled her eyes. "What's with the face? I'm sorry; I just couldn't conceal it! I just had to let it go!"

Like a prince rescuing a princess, Frisk's jokes broke through her friend's shy barrier that cut her off from the world and the teen couldn't resist adding another one in, just for fun. "Heh. This is probably the first time that a Frozen reference has been recognised in this place - maybe even the first time in...forever!"

Frisk burst out into fits of laughter. "Hahaha! It's a good thing I've got another human with me, 'cause nobody else woulda gotten those jokes!"

"Yeah...! But, seriously, Christmas was two - almost three - months ago. It'll be Valentines Day pretty soon."

"True, yes," nodded Frisk, hanging the bauble back up on the tree, "but I know they'll be quick enough to redecorate in time."

No more than a few steps away from the house was wolf-looking creature, throwing giant cubes of ice into the river beside him.

"Hey, Frisk, what's he doing?" asked Kirsty, g closer to the picket fence that kept him in a small box - or rather, kept others out.

"He throws the ice cubes down the river that leads to the Core to cool it down. It's a big machine that gives the whole of the Underground it's magical electricity. That's why we have computers and lights and that. It's in between the MTT Resort and the castle." Frisk explained.

"Cool." Kirsty remarked, with a small smile.

"Ha! We're on fire today!" the twelve year old chuckled.

Frisk shadowed her companion, playing a game of Only Walk In The Other Person's Footprints, as they passed a bar named Grillby's. "That's Grillby's. Sans goes there all the time." Frisk commented. "... But he never pays his tab, even though it's likely he already has the money for it." Through the shop window, they could see a variety of monsters - for example, a family of dogs sitting in the far corner, and the lone bartender - a literal fire man - stood taking an order from a Snowdrake - with a figure strikingly similar to that of an extremely large snowflake. "Maybe Grillby's just really nice? I mean, he's a real good cook - if you like grease - and serves it up pretty quickly. It's my favourite place to eat...mainly because I like grease." Frisk chuckled.

"Heh. Yeah. Maybe he just likes his job and enjoys it so much that he doesn't even mind if he gets payed or not." Kirsty suggested, with a smile.

Frisk beamed back at her, overjoyed at the fact that she's finally speaking her mind. She'd imagined it to be a lot tougher than this, but it really didn't matter if it was hard or easy; she possessed an extreme lust for challenge and would never say never to a test or trial.

The two of them continued to walk through the snow, staring out at the scenery. They travelled past an inn, a shop, a colourful Welcome To Snowdin sign, a vast amount of puzzles - that Frisk had told Kirsty, on the way to her house, Papyrus and Sans had made for the humans who fell - and stopped when they reached a sentry station. Sitting behind it, as still as a statue and lost in thought as he gazed at the ceiling, was their short, pun-loving friend, Sans the skeleton.

"Hey, Sans!" smiled Frisk, sitting on the counter of his station. It took a few seconds for him to realise that there were other people in the area, and as soon as he did, he fell off of his chair, startled by what appeared to be a teleporting pre-teen. "Woah! You okay?"

"Kid, don't sneak up on people like that." he exclaimed, climbing back up onto his seat.

"Sorry, Sans. I didn't mean to. Is something bothering you?" asked Frisk.

"Well..." Sans looked around and noticed Frisk's companion - whom he hadn't spotted before in his dreamy trance - sitting down on the other side of the counter, giving her legs a bit of a rest. "It's nothing." he said, with a shake of his head.

But Frisk picked up on this strange behaviour. He looked like he hadn't slept at all last night. 'No, it's definitely something. I've known you for three months and you're always sleeping.' she thought. 'You don't look like you've had any sleep. That's not you... I think I'll keep quiet about it, for now.'

"Anyway, Kirsty's exploring the Underground, with me as her guide. Wanna come with?" Frisk suggested.

"Uh... Yeah, sure, kid. I'll help ya a skele-tonne." Sans nodded, with a grin.

"Haha! Okay. Onwards! To the Ruins!" Frisk beamed, skipping off to her next destination, leaving Sans and Kirsty alone together as she went on ahead.