If Rose had been forced to room with Dimitri at the ski lodge, how would Frostbite differ? How would it all play out?

It's been several months since 'The 100' landed on Earth and things have just gotten complicated. Clarke's expecting a baby but who's the baby's daddy? (AU)

I was once called a peacekeeper. The carefree, lover of life. Once, but not now. Now, I don't even think I can call myself a human. Not after what I did. The truth is, as soon as my finger hit the trigger, everything changed. Not only did I lose Clarke, but I lost myself. All that's left of me now are bits and pieces, waiting to be put back together, or pushed away and forgotten. So here's the real question: Which one will it be? T/W: Detailed Torture, Blood, Violence

Rose and Dimitri are in danger and in hiding. With Rose having the baby on Christmas it complicates things. Will the trio ever be safe? Will they continue to be hunted down? All Human.

Post hotel pregnancy. What measures will Lissa take to protect her niece or nephew and sister-and-guardian and Dimitri? What twists-and-turns will there be? What happens with Rose's all-too-chummy-again parents? What happened regarding the Belikova's? How will Rose surprise Dimitri? And their privacy? Will they have any? And Rose's sense of identity- how does that change and what actions will she take to reconcile and embrace it?

One of his hands slides underneath my dress and between my thighs, trying to separate them. I press them together harder, and see his facial expression-It was dark, he was clearly getting aggravated at my defiance. His fingernails start digging into my flesh, as I let out a weak sob. My voice seemed to have left me as the world around me became nothing. Was I going to accept this? Eyesight blurry, I become dizzy- intense nausea seeping in. I hope I throw up. I hope it disgusts him enough to leave me the hell alone. What if I get away and he follows me to my mom? What if he hurts her? As soon as the panic comes, it leaves. Had someone finally heard my screams and pleas for help? The old man is knocked off of my body in a blur, and I take this chance to crawl away from his hunched form; My bones aching from the hard, dirty floor. I reach the brick wall, and let myself fall limp on a patch of ivy. I suddenly feel tired, my energy was draining. I feel a heating sensation warming up my chest- spreading like a wildfire; My veins turn a glowing citrus, orange color- but it quickly goes away. Did I see that correctly? Although, the weak feeling doesn't go away. I shut my eyes momentarily, only to reopen them to fill my curiosity. I don't see much because of the black blobs coating my vision. The veins on my arms have went back to their normal blue, as if I hadn't seen them turn any odd color at all. Maybe I was hallucinating. I was only able to witness one thing, and I had a sinking feeling that I probably shouldn't have watched. I was able to spot out a masculine figure grab the old man by his neck, and what I saw next shocked me to my deepest core. His eyes turn an intense silky red as his fangs come out quickly and he gives an evil, intimidating smile. "I'm gonna enjoy this." He states in his low guttural voice as he reaches forward and rips the old man's liver out.