Archive of Our Own

Summary:

It made a change, to be in such a position that they could afford to close up the shop for a few weeks, and actually enjoy their Christmas. One of Foggy’s cousins some ways removed had a cabin, where they were promised it would snow, and a local village where there were always bound to be activities and festivities.
“Oh Matt. It’s gorgeous.” It had steadily been getting colder and colder, the first few wisps of snow starting to fall and stick to the windshield, drifts piled up on the side of the freshly ploughed road. As they got closer and closer to the village, it began to look like a true winter wonderland, the sort of place you’d only ever see in films. “The snow is truly settling now, looks like it’s been snowing here for a little while, but no one has really walked on the fresh stuff yet. The houses here look old, but traditional. None of those modern flatpacks, it’s all brickwork and nice wooden beams, all well looked after.” The road beneath their wheels turned into something more resembling cobblestone than the smooth tarmac they’d been on for hours. “Very traditional. Ooh! There’s an ice rink on the river, have you ever been skating?”