A Hypothermic Wonderland (фемслэш)

In that moment, as they sat together before the dancing flames, wreathed in the delectable aroma of freshly-baked cookies as their joyful giggles filled the air, the lingering chill clinging to Anastasia's bones ceased to matter. It'd been a near-miss on the ice, a reminder that nothing was guaranteed.
Now, though, all that mattered were the arms wrapped around her blanket-covered body, the laughter which warmed the soul, and the smiling lips that kissed her cheek.
All that mattered was the simple truth Kasumi whispered to her.
“We made it.”