For a good hour they ran around exuberantly throwing snowballs and otherwise having a grand time. He couldn’t remember how long it had been since he had laughed like this and when his sides began to ache from laughing he knew it had been far too long. He watched as she ran, darting about the boulders like a winter hare, the shock of blonde hair was sometimes the thing only thing he saw before he was forced to dodge yet another snow ball. Rarely did she hit him as his reflexes were so much faster then hers but still that didn’t seem to phase her one bit. The sounds of her cheerful laughter were making his hearts sing with joy.
She was finding it delightful the way the ice structures caused strange echoing, allowing her to sneak up on the Doctor. More then once she was able to score a snowball on his person because of the echoing that allowed her to confuse his sense of direction and hide her approaching. She did learn rather quickly though that she was not the only one that could use that that ploy of misdirection. After his fourth consecutive foray that scored a snowball to her she decided maybe he just might be better at the echo management then she was.
“Truce Doctor!” she yelled.
Warily poking his head out from a boulder to her right he said, “Too much for you, huh Tyler?”
“Not on your life,” she said prancing up and gently punching his shoulder. “Just was thinking though, you know what goes great with cold weather?”
Responding together they said, “hot chocolate!” With a glimmer in her eye she began to run back to the TARDIS. “Last in has to make the chocolate!”
Protesting her lead, he yelled, “Oi! No fair, you’ve a head start!” Still, he beat her back to the TARDIS without being winded.
“And you wondered why I took a head start ‘Mr. I have a superior Time Lord physiology!’” She said, her smile taking all sting out of her indignation.
When they entered the TARDIS they found that neither of them needed to make the coco, as sitting on a tray in the kitchen was a large thermos and two large mugs filled with the steaming liquid. Rose’s favorite pink, rose-shaped mug and a large black mug she hadn’t seen before sporting the logo “I’m the Best, Forget the Rest!” emblazoned in white lettering.
“Think much of yourself do you?” she said cheekily, as she saw the new mug.
Snatching her rose shaped mug from the tray and taking a large drink he replied, “Nope, seems like that’s your mug.” He said with an almost shy smile.
Which only prompted her to a big grin as scooped up the remaining mug and said, very primly, while shaking her finger at him, “and don’t you forget it mister.” Setting them both off laughing again.
After a short time of warming up and enjoying their hot chocolate they headed back out to their recreational snowball war. Another hour passed and another after that as they walked along the frozen beach. Time had seemed to take on a timeless quality as the day had moved on and the Doctor was amazed that the day had gone so smoothly. Rarely did he have such a pleasant quiet day and he wondered what new misery he would have to endure in exchange for the day of joy.
Despite their enjoyment he knew that they couldn’t stay too much longer due to the rotation of the planet and the shadowing of other celestial bodies in the area, about 16 hours of every 24 here were dark, a big part of the reason that the planet stayed in its perpetually frozen state. The temperatures dropped far too low for a human to endure during the hours of darkness so they had to be sure to be gone before dark. As his thoughts were preoccupied with the end, Rose took off at a run, dashing in and about the standing boulders, collecting handfuls of snow in the process and laughing.
As if the very thought of the need for them to leave was enough to ensure trouble, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of cracking and the onset of a severe earthquake which threw him from his feet. Moments later the severe shaking and cracking sounds of the ground were followed by the addition of the sound of Rose screaming, a sound which sent daggers of ice through his hearts as he staggered to his feet fighting the rolling ground. His hearts were racing as he desperately tried to figure out which direction her voice was coming from, the echoing that they had found so amusing earlier had now become a nightmare.
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