Idun pressed her lips together, but a shaky whimper parted them almost immediately. Her tears stopped, though her chest tightened with the threat of a sob. She wasn't ever going to see Bragi again. Even though Idun didn't remember much, it was clear that was the price of being frozen. She almost lost him. But he was right there, laying beside her, and seeing him again felt pure. It was the warmth of the sunshine, it was a soft summer breeze rustling a pristine field of wildflowers, it was everything right in the worlds. Idun wasn't going to see Bragi again, and there was nothing more sorrowful than that, but she was being spared that tragedy. They both were.
He was warm. Idun could feel it. His skin was ice, but he was still warm because they hadn't lost each other.
"Here I am," she replied, laughing through another sob that crumbled silently in her chest. There were no tears left. She'd shed them all to shape their snowy bed with the frozen proof of her sorrow. Bragi deserved merrier laughter than she could offer, but she was seeing him again. He was seeing her. It was a start.
"Please..." was the full extent of her plea. He tucked her back beneath the wolf skin, and Idun studied the blue eyes she loved so desperately, trying to express with a look what she was failing to say with words. She needed him warm too. Warm enough for his skin to brighten again, for the frost to melt from his hair. Idun lifted the skin a second time, and remembered the battle to touch his arm after three months of tavern searching. Tucking the skin across his chest gave Idun an excuse to rest her head on his shoulder. The wolf skin was big enough for the pair of them. Even if it wasn't, Idun would get closer until they both fit. He wouldn't fight her a second time.
They couldn't stay here. Idun knew that. But he needed to be warm. It didn't matter that she had turned to ice. Idun worried about Bragi. His cheeks were so very, very pale. He looked like he'd been turning to ice too. Idun closed her eyes and sighed softly. There was a reason for her being here. But it was smoke, something impossible to grab. She tried anyway.
"I...I think I fell," she whispered, pressing a light kiss to his neck. Until he was warm, Idun could try to remember. And after, they could head home.