Johnny's heart sank when she finally pulled away, right until he realized that she was pulling him out of the snow toward the warmth of a cabin. He hadn't even noticed the cold before, because she was there and it was all that mattered. Now, though, with his attention drawn to it, he realized that it wasn't very comfortable, and she must be getting pretty miserable.
He followed her gladly, not letting go of her hand for a moment. There were too many things he wanted to share with her, say to her, whatever, and he didn't want to stop touching her for a second.
Her little cabin looked much like his had, except a bit brighter and more comfortable seeming, which he knew was because it was hers, and she was here with him. He was sure that if they'd gone back to his, he'd see it in a whole new light, too.
Johnny didn't speak as they made their way through the snow, perhaps a little superstition that words might break the magic.