[ Cheating? As if Frederick the Wary (and also the Stodgy) could ever muster together enough creative brain cells to even think up the concept of cheating.

Also, that's rude.

But he'll match the landscape to make like Elsa and let it go, because Henry's health and well-being are more important than any perceived slight to his person. Closing the door more gently behind him, he scours their temporary shelter for a place for Henry to rest. There's a table and a chair. A rickety bed in one corner, the exact opposite from the cold fireplace.

Hmm. ]

I used my senses, Henry. But don't fault yourself; yours are no doubt quite dulled after so much time spent in the frigid temperatures.

[ He does like to keep troop morale up when he can. ]

Can you stand? I need to start a fire before the cold creeps in further.