It was almost a disappointment when she felt his hands release her wrists. Strange that feeling. She doesn't move though, leaving her hands where they are, between the prints of his knuckles in the snow.
She keeps her eyes on his, and for a moment she is still, watching him. Then her eyes flash with mischief. "Yes." she says in a whisper and in a moment she is on her feet and running from him, with a glance back to make sure he runs as well.