When in Norway...
Who:Alfred and Sindre
When: December 21st, 2010 (FLASHBACK~!)
Where: Norway, around Sindre’s home.
What: During Alfred's trip around Europe, he finds himself in Norway and can't quite figure how one operates a coat.
For the most part, Alfred trip to Scandinavia had been TOTALLY AWESOME.
It had started off a little harder because when he'd asked how exactly to get to Scandinavia and only got strange looks and questions like "where exactly?" "which country?" until some kind stranger had thought to point out to him that Scandinavia wasn't even a country! How was he supposed to know that? It sounded like a legit country so it wasn't really his fault.
False countries aside, Alfred had made his way up through Germany and Denmark and found himself in Norway. Now Alfred had experienced what one would consider a "Northern Winter" before having grown up with one foot in Canada, but somehow when he'd gone to Europe that coldness hadn't really registered in his head, he thought it was something that would stay in Canada while Europe just stayed... Rainy! Or something...
Not -29C (which he was pretty sure they used here). He was huddled outside a hostel in only his bomber and a t-shirt, his duffle bag on the ground beside him while he waited for the owner to return from their break. Which had started fifteen minutes and Alfred had watched him slip into bar down the way and was pretty sure he wasn't coming back anytime soon.
Cursing, he leaned against the door, stuffing his hands under his armpits, shivering and slumping against the door.
Man, Scandinavia/Norway was sooooo friggin' lame.
And he was probably going to lose his toes.
When: December 21st, 2010 (FLASHBACK~!)
Where: Norway, around Sindre’s home.
What: During Alfred's trip around Europe, he finds himself in Norway and can't quite figure how one operates a coat.
For the most part, Alfred trip to Scandinavia had been TOTALLY AWESOME.
It had started off a little harder because when he'd asked how exactly to get to Scandinavia and only got strange looks and questions like "where exactly?" "which country?" until some kind stranger had thought to point out to him that Scandinavia wasn't even a country! How was he supposed to know that? It sounded like a legit country so it wasn't really his fault.
False countries aside, Alfred had made his way up through Germany and Denmark and found himself in Norway. Now Alfred had experienced what one would consider a "Northern Winter" before having grown up with one foot in Canada, but somehow when he'd gone to Europe that coldness hadn't really registered in his head, he thought it was something that would stay in Canada while Europe just stayed... Rainy! Or something...
Not -29C (which he was pretty sure they used here). He was huddled outside a hostel in only his bomber and a t-shirt, his duffle bag on the ground beside him while he waited for the owner to return from their break. Which had started fifteen minutes and Alfred had watched him slip into bar down the way and was pretty sure he wasn't coming back anytime soon.
Cursing, he leaned against the door, stuffing his hands under his armpits, shivering and slumping against the door.
Man, Scandinavia/Norway was sooooo friggin' lame.
And he was probably going to lose his toes.