He thought he could shake it. He thought he'd be fine. But he was cold to the bone and the freeze just wouldn't leave where it had settled on the inside of his chest. - "Moominmamma," Moomin mumbled. "I think there's something wrong with Snufkin. It doesn't seem like a normal illness. He's frozen." Sickfic. Hurt, comfort, the usual angst you've come to expect from me. Part 3 in the 3 part Moomin series with 'Newcomer' and 'Faded'. Cover art is by me.

COMPLETED! ✧ ⋆ "Snufkin! I thought you left without saying goodbye!" "what if I told you, you didn't have to say goodbye?" "What, what do you mean?" "Come with me." ✧ ⋆