𝐏𝐚̊𝐥 𝐖𝐚𝐚𝐤𝐭𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Oslo Snow

You and Pål were visiting Norway for Christmas, along with Morten and Magne, but they were currently with their own families. You and Pål stayed at his parents house, and planned on seeing the others after Christmas. Today was Christmas eve, and to your surprise, it was snowing outside. It was your first time visiting Norway, as you were originally from America, so seeing snow actually on Christmas was rare for you.
"Pål," you called out, looking out the bedroom window, "it's snowing! Come and see!" A few moments later, Pål came into the room from the kitchen, where he was preparing a cup of hot cocoa with his sister, Tonje, and stood behind you, staring out the window.
"Wow," he said, a small smile on his face as he leaned his head on your shoulder, "it's beautiful." The two of you stood there for a moment, looking at the snow fall from the sky before you turned and looked at him.
"Can we go outside?" You asked excitedly.
"Uhh," he groaned, a little unsure, "I just made some hot cocoa, though..."
"And I'm sure it's great, but we can drink it when we come inside. Come on!" You rushed into the hall to put on your coat and mittens, Pål following behind you.
"Fine. But not for long, it can get pretty cold out there." He said, putting on his own red coat.
"Believe me, I know what cold is. I lived in Massachusetts for a while." You opened the door and the both of you exited the house and entered the cold.
"Massachusetts?" Pål chuckled. "You don't even know cold yet..." The both of you walked down the stairs and into the snow, which was definitely over 3 inches deep. It was, in fact, way colder than it ever was in Massachusetts; as it felt as if it was somewhere around -20°. You shivered slightly, pulling your coat closer to you as you and Pål walked deeper into the snow.
"Are you cold?" He asked as you stopped walking.
"No, I'm hot. What do you think?"
Pål chuckled softly and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, holding your coat closer to you. His other hand went to your hair and gently brushed some of the snow off of your head as you both came to a halt, thinking this was a good place to stop as the snow seemed to get deeper.
"This good, hm?" Pål asked, letting go of you. You shivered and nodded, still extremely cold but tried to make the best out of the snow. You looked at Pål, who was grabbing some of the snow in his hands and shaping it into the form of a ball.
"What are you-" Just then, your shoulder was hit with a snowball. Pål laughed, and you just stood there and stared at him.
"What? Are you too scared to get in a snowball fight with me?" He asked, already forming another snowball. You chuckled softly and shook your head, leaning over and making a snowball yourself.
"Not at all. Just...a bit worried I might get frostbite, that's all." You leaned up and looked at Pål again, who had two snowballs in both of his hands. To throw him off, you continued to stand there and stare at him before aggressively throwing your snowball at him, hitting his left shoulder.
"Ooh, you have quite an arm." He said, throwing one of his snowballs back at you and laughing. The two of you continued to throw snowballs at each other for a few minutes until he suddenly hit you with one really hard, almost knocking you over.
"Oh," he said, a slight chuckle in his voice, "sorry." You laughed, then threw the snowball you had onto the ground and started running towards him. Pål's eyes widened as he realized what you were about to do, not having enough strength to move out of the way as you grabbed him and tackled him to the ground. He let out a yelp, but couldn't help but laugh as you held onto him and playfully punched his shoulder.
"You think this is funny, hm?" You said, starting to tickle him which caused him to laugh even more.
"Hey! Stop!" He said between laughs, trying to grab your wrists to stop you from tickling him. "Stop! It tickles!" You couldn't help but laugh as you continued tickling him, your hands moving underneath his sweater to tickle his sides and stomach. "Stop!" He said again, still laughing. You decided to finally move your hands away and stand up, leaving Pål on the ground completely helpless, still chuckling to himself as he caught his breath.
"You're not getting away with this, you know." He said, standing up and kicking some snow at you before looking at you with his eyes squinted, "you better run, because I'm gonna get you." You immediately started running away from him, laughing to yourself as you looked behind you, noticing he was getting closer. You screamed and started running faster until you unexpectedly tripped over a tree branch and fell flat on your face. Pål, who was still close behind you, kneeled beside you and grabbed you from out of the snow, but immediately felt bad as he noticed you shivering even more and that your face was nearly blue. "Are you okay?" He asked you, but you could barely say anything as it felt like your lips were frozen. He frowned and picked you up, then stood up and started walking back towards the house. "Come on, let's get you warm."
You and Pål arrived back at his house a few minutes later, but you had unexpectedly fallen asleep in his arms on the way there. You ended up waking up about an hour later, a heating pad on your stomach and a warm cloth on your forehead as you opened your eyes and saw Pål sitting on a chair beside you with a cup of hot cocoa in his hands. His eyes lit up when they met yours.
"Good, you're awake. Now, sit up and drink." He moved closer to you as you sat up, then placed the cup of hot cocoa against your lips as you drank some of it. He soon took the cup away and smiled at you. "Good girl...how are you feeling?"
"Fine, just a bit tired," You replied, rubbing your head, "I had a lot of fun outside, though."
"Me too," Pål said, chuckling softly to himself, "I'm still going to get you back for tickling me, though." You chuckled again, taking off the heating pad and warm cloth off of you and standing up, looking over at the Christmas tree and all the beautiful ornaments, lights and garland. You walked closer so that you were standing in front of it, Pål following next to you.
"The tree...it's beautiful." You said as Pål rested his head on your shoulder.

"Not nearly as beautiful as you, my love."

Note: Another Christmas story! Merry Christmas everyone! 🎄❤️