"Have I mentioned lately that I hate this?" Justin asked as they trudged through the snow towards their cabin, pulling suitcases pathetically behind them.

Chris groaned. "Well, if by lately you mean in the last 30 seconds, then no. Although my brain may have frozen 20 minutes ago when I lost all feeling in my ears, so who knows."

"If you didn't have such pointy ears..."

"If you call me an elf, I'm going to have to kill you, frost-bite or no."

"You called yourself an elf on national television."

"I was joking. I didn't think it would headline the nightly news or anything. *NSYNC SECRET REVEALED: Chris Kirkpatrick really Santa's helper."

"Easter Bunny Disappointed."

"Yeah, yeah. Everyone wants a piece of me."

"I know I do."

Chris laughed. "Can it wait until my flesh has thawed?"

"I suppose," Justin said magnanimously.

"Where is this snow-bound getaway you're dragging me to, anyhow?"

"Maybe half a mile away."

"Half a MILE?!"

"Well, the car wasn't supposed to die on us."

"Of course it was. This is deliberate. You set out to freeze yourself some Chris. You couldn't use carbonite, so you thought, 'well, I'll just let nature do its work.'"

"That's it exactly. You've discovered my evil plan."

"I knew it," Chris sniffed. "Just don't stick me in a vault with Disney, okay?"

"Okay. No Frozen Famous Folks vault for you."

"Good. Guy gives me the creeps."

"Well, you *did* work for Universal."

"Doo wop a dee bah," Chris sang. "Hey, is that our cabin on the horizon?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Race you," Chris said, and took off running, his suitcase floundering in the snow and causing him to occasionally pull up short and push it upright before taking off again.

"I *knew* your feet weren't frozen off," Justin shouted at him.

Chris laughed maniacally. "I am the King of the Legless! All bow bef--shit!" He stopped and stared at his suitcase, which had hit a rock and opened, spilling his clothing onto the snow.

Justin cracked up. He dropped to his knees, and rolled over and over in the road, laughing hysterically.

"Laugh it up, fuzzball. It's your clothes I'm gonna be wearing until these dry."

"I withhold all rights to my clothing," Justin said. "If you don't let me wear your fu-shit, you can't touch my ghetto gear."

"Now, Justin. Be fair. You don't want me running around naked in the middle of winter."

"Actually," Justin said, his eyes darkening.

"If it were spring, maybe. I could leap around on a bed of flower petals, and shower you with love and affection. But in January? I could lose some very important bits to the cold."

"We'll just have to stay indoors then," Justin said, scooping Chris into his arms. He started walking towards the cabin again.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting you indoors."

"My clothes are spread over the road."

"We'll get them tomorrow."

"Your suitcase is back there."

"Chris," Justin said, "do you really want me to have a change of clothes?"

"I suppose not," Chris said.

"Me neither."

"Just to be clear on this, you're gonna be nekkid. No wearing of dirty laundry for 5 days straight."

"Well," Justin said, "I thought that was understood." He fumbled in his jacket pocket, pulled out a key, and unlocked the door.

"I feel like a blushing bride," Chris said as Justin carried him indoors. He licked Justin's neck.

"I don't think virgin brides do that," Justin chuckled.

"Do you want me to stop?"

Justin kissed him.

"Didn't think so," Chris said. He started in again on Justin's neck.

Justin kicked the door, and it closed behind them with a gentle thud.