Weiss and Tom
"A story? What sort of story is it telling?" she asked. She wasn't sure about that, she just liked how the flames danced. "And no, I imagine not. Not everyone is a fan of the cold."
She was, of course. Probably always would be.
"I'm Weiss," she said, watching the little blue flame in his hand. "So are you a wizard of some kind? You're definitely not human if you can make this."