Snow-Jer leads us up the mountain, and the further up we go, the more the temperature drops. Adrien grows quiet too, and I can't tell if its because of the weather or some unknown reason.

You shouldn't run along the path for there could be ice under the snow, so I shuffle quickly, catching up to him. "Whatcha thinking about?" I ask, catching his hand. Its similar to what he asks me if I'm in deep thought.

"Marinette, do you really think he'll give us the potion? Do you know how that would help my family?" Its now my turn for being a loss for words. What if Gabriel is still cold towards his son, and I know he'll be certainly cold towards me. Won't he? Or, is it because of the all-comusing grief that has made the tailor's heart hard? No, that's ridiculous, Marinette, because Adrien is suffering too, and he's the sweetest, kindest man you know, boyfriend or not.

"I don't think its going to be: "You'd like a potion, that will be thirty-five ninety five situation." I relax slightly when Adrien laughs at my joke. "You forgot the sales tax, my love." "Also….let's not cross bridges till we come to them." Adrien sighs, his breath a small cloud. "Marinette, I have a confession to make." I know by the tone of his voice he isn't teasing, so I wait.

"That "guest" you had showing me the pictures of you and Simon, that was my father." I catch the edge of Adrien's sleeve. "What? But he said he worked on behalf of your father." "Its easy to weave of web of lies, if they hate you enough, Princess." "I'm only one small designer," I grumble. "How could I possibly be in competition with Gabriel Agreste?" "That's just it, love. But you won't always be, and when I talked to Simon, there's rumbles about your Black and White design going global." "What? Why didn't anyone say anything?"

"Because there rumbles. And though your style and my father's are very different, he's afraid they'll leave him, and go to you, vaulting you into stardom." "Those were never my intentions. And my team…." my voice falters, breaking. "Their also my family." "I've been thinking about that," Adrien says. "And?" I perk up. "I'm still thinking, but its on my mind." "Just don't clutter it till bursting point, or I might have to stitch up the seams."

Before Adrien can smile, Snow-Jer hoots a warning, and the snow is now falling thickly around us. He lands on a nearby branch, scattering snow. I cautiously approach him not to frighten him. He plucks at a feather, ruffling his feathers after. Its like he's trying to send a message to me. I turn to Adrien. "I think we need to make two shelters."

Being creative and using our powers, we make two cozy dens in the hallowed out trees. Splitting up temporarily, we search for wood, and I light a match, lighting a small fire.

Soon, a little camp is established and Adrien feeds Snow-Jer tasty tidbits, while I rummage through the packs to make supper. A cream based, veggie, dried meat and berry stew soon is bubbling away, and I can even make little fire-cakes, and they crackle cozy as they bake from the heat of the fire.

"Mind if I scout ahead?" Adrien asks, brushing snow off himself. I check the pot. "It will be a bit before the stew's ready, but be back before dark." "Great. I'm going to try to find a stream or river for morning." He bends down giving me tender kiss, promising more later.

I feel hot as I turn back to the fire, but its got nothing to do with its temperature. Snow-Jer hoots a little, and I pause with spoon in hand. "Have you ever been in love?"

After supper, Adrien and I cuddle in the shelter for warmth, and next thing I know we're kissing. "Your so beautiful," Adrien whispers, taking the shell of my ear and gently tugging it with his teeth. "Adri-" the world is dizzying, and I lay back in the snow. Like vines seeking the sunlight, we cuddle close, and with at first tentative fingers I trace his face. Adrien takes a shuddering breath, watching me, eyes dark and I can find the bottom of the depths, and whispers there's no limit for his love for me.

When we can stand the cold no longer, one more kiss has to last us through the night, and I burrow in my blanket of leaves, feeling like an animal hibernating for winter.

But even with winds roaring above me, I don't feel the cold, only warmth. Partly to the thanks of my suit, but the warmth of Adrien's love. I touch my lips, still feeling his kisses, wondering if he's dreaming of me.

Once asleep, I dream of a small island, waves lapping at the shores. A small hut stands in the distance, my home.

"Mama! Mama!" a small figure runs towards me, and I know instantly she is mine, and I swoop her up in my arms. "Did you have fun with Papa?" I ask. "I buried him in the sand," she tells me almost smugly. I laugh.

"She may look like you, love, but she inherited my playful streak." Looking closer, I can see Adrien is right. Silky black hair, already long at her young age, falls down her back in a low ponytail, but her eyes are the most beautiful, a mixture of my bluebell blues and Adrien's green.

"Come on, time for a bath," I set her down and hold out my hand. "No, no bath! Please, Papa?" "Emile," Adrien's voice sounds stern, but his eyes are twinkling. Emile sighs as she takes his hand. "Okay, that's my good girl."

We decided on the name Emile, after Adrien's mother, but her nickname's Emma. Emma, such a beautiful name.

I turn my sleep, no snow or cold can touch me now, as I dream of beautiful daughter, running along the sand of dreams.