"GUYS!" and excited voice screamed through the house. "What is it Edd?" I tired voice responded. The voice had come from a certain black eyed brit who had just woken up, despite it being twelve in the afternoon.

"Guys, I got tickets to winter wonderland!" Edd smiled brightly, waving the four tickets in his hand in the air. "Winter Wonder land!? Wait, what is that again?" A lone ginger in a green overcoat asked confused. "It's a winter sports place that's only open in winter. They all kinds of stuff there from classes to competitions to areas for people just to try different things out! I've been trying to get tickets all month and I finally got them! Guys we have to go!" The cola loving artist was practically bouncing up and down from excitement.

A boy with a red robot arm choked. "Wha- What!" His eyebrows were furrowed and his face had gone a shade paler than usual. "Are you okay, Tord?" Edd asked, concerned. "Åh, ikke igen. Um, Do I h-have to go too?" Tord pursed his lips, awaiting the answer.

"Well Of course you do! I payed for your ticket you're going. And NO, we can't refund it." Tord closed his mouth as Edd shot his argument down. "agh, fine." He huffed, going back to eating some bacon and eggs.

"So when are we going Edd?" The male in a blue T-shirt asked. "Oh! Um, Today! So get ready everyone, we're leaving as soon as you're all ready to go!" Edd smiled brightly. A groan sounded from both in red and blue. "Oh suck it up you too! And no getting drunk Tom. They don't allow alcohol or anyone under the influence on the property." Edd scolded. He sighed and put his flask on the kitchen counter.

They all dispersed into their rooms, getting ready for a long day.

~><~

Tord was that last one in the car.

"taking your time, commie?" sneered the black eyed male from the front seat. "Ah, shut it. I have my reasons." Tord huffed, looking out the window. He really didn't want to go.

Edd felt the tension in the air and turned on the radio, pulling out of the driveway. "oh look! It's a cat Edd!" Matt exclaimed. Edd looked out the window excited onlt to see his pet cat Ringo, "Matt, that's Ringo..." Matt blinked, "O-oh! Yeah now I remember!" He reassured smiling even though everyone knew he was lying.

"uh, let's just keep driving..." He said quietly, embarrassed for not recognizing his crushes pet.

~><~

Though his hesitance to come, as soon as Tord was out of the car and in the snow, a new light seemed to find it's way into his eyes. "well, c'mon guys! What are we waiting for!" Tord's eyes shined brighter than they have in years, staring at the snow and the equipment.

Everyone was confused. Why did Tord not want to come? Why did he seem so excited now?

They all went up to the desk and handed in their tickets. The instructions were simple. Go to the area you want to start with and put on the proper equipment for it. If you're a beginner go to the green sign, if you want to take a class go to the blue sign, and if you actually know what you're doing, go to the red sign.

All four boys were standing in the warm buildings lobby deciding on what they wanted to do first. "Well, I don't know about you guys but I'm going snowboarding first." Tord said looking over everything you could do.

So far the options were:

1. Sledding

2. skiing

3. Snowboarding

3. ice skating

4. Figure skating

Tord knew what he was going to do as soon as he saw the list. He smirked gently. "Um, Are you sure? I know you're a thrill seeker, but you could get hurt. I mean, you're only a beginner." Edd looked concerned. Tord blinked.

"O-oh, oh right! Um, I'll be fine?" The answer came out more of a question. Everyone gave a skeptic look, but he just gave them a reassuring smile in response. "Well, I'm going with Commie. I want to see him break his neck." Tom snorted. He would've taken a sip from his flask if he had it on him.

Soon they were all dressed and in they're separate areas.

Edd and Matt decided on going skiing and Tom and Tord would check out snowboarding. After that, if they were tired, they would settle down at the ice skating rink. Maybe get a cup of hot cocoa, and then go home. A wonderful plan, at least, according to Matt.

"Hey Commie! Didn't you read the instructions? Red's for the experts. You're gonna get yourself killed." Tord didn't listen to Tom's nagging. He knew what he was doing. "Watch me Thomas. You don'y know half the shit I did in Norway." The secret leader smirked at Tom before getting led away to the top of the mountain.

"Oh, Hell no. Edd! Get over here!" Tom called watching the group make it's way towards the top. "what is it Tom? We're about to leave?" Edd asked confused. What has gotten Tom so riled up?

"I think Tord is gonna kill himself." Tom spoke watching as the horned haired male got further and further away. "What!?" Edd was distraught. What did Tom mean?

They all gulped in unison as the watched Tord kick off from the railing, watching a screen in the beginning. They were all worried, hell even Tom was worried, But that worry turned to astonishment as they watched Tord do a complicated trick on his way down.

"Wait, What?" Tom was puzzled. Did, Did Tord really know what he was doing?

Soon Tord showing off came to and end as he reached the base of the mountain where his friends were waiting. Tord took off his hat and glasses. "Oh, um, did you guys see that?" He asked sheepishly, forgetting all his friends had been watching.

"Yes, we were, and can I just say that was ama-"

"What the fuck Tord! Why didn't you tell us you could fucking snowboard, you piece of shit!" Tom rudely interrupted Edd. "I-I uh, Let's go Ice skating." Tord said briskly, looking away as his face went red.

He began to speed walk towards the main building once again. "seriously, What the actual fuck!" Tom exclaimed huffing.

Later, they were all in their original clothing with the exception of ice-skates instead of normal shoes. Matt, being the tallest and also the clumsiest fell as soon as his feet touched the ice, causing Tom and Tord to laugh so hard they had to hold onto each other for support.

"Hey, It's not funny. I could've damaged my face!" Matt crossed his arms and pouted like a child. Edd helped him up. "C'mon Mattie. Let's get some hot cocoa. I'm no good at ice skating either so no harm done." Edd smiled warmly and grasped Matt's hand, leading him out of the rink.

"You know, something tells me they aren't getting cocoa." Tord's smirk grew at his statement. "Ugh, gag. What the hell Tord, you pervert." Tom stuck out his tongue and stepped onto the ice, keeping a firm grip on the railing.

Tord smirked to himself and quietly sneaked behind the blue hooded man. He waited for the moment of Tom's grip loosening around the rail and then pushed him just enough to get Tom to fall over. "Ow! What the- TORD!" Tom yelled furiously.

He grabbed Tord and pulled him onto the ice, expecting him to fall over as well. He did not expect Tord to easily gain balance and glide gracefully across the ice. "Tord, how the fu-"

"Hey! No cussing Thomas. there are children around." Tord smirked, starting to skate backwards. "Oh, who gives a fuck." Tom grumbled to himself, trying to get up. "Here, let me help you." Tord offered sticking out his hand.

"Ugh, fine." Tom agreed placing his hand in Tord's. "Do you want me to teach you how to skate?" Tord asked with a small genuine smile on his face. Tom couldn't help but notice how pretty he looked. "uh, s-sure." Tom blinked, still a little in awe about Tord's knowledge of winter sports.

"Okay so-" Tom began to tune him out. Sure he was still listening but he wasn't really processing. He was caught in his thoughts. Thoughts like:

How did I never notice Tord had an interest in winter sports?

Has Tord's hair always been that fluffy?

When the fuck did his scars look hot.

why is his knowledge of these shit sports so hot?

Why is he hot?

I'm really hungry

"Tom, were you even listening?"

Tom snapped back to reality in an instant. "uh, keep your feet spread and slightly bent and make sure to never let the blades touch?" Tom said hesitantly. Tord sighed. "close enough." He then let go of Tom letting Tom skate on his own in the middle of the rink.

It just then occurred to Tom that he had been holding hands with the communist in red.

His hands are warm.

~><~

Tord had told Tom that he was going to the bathroom thirty minutes ago. Where the hell is that fucker now?, Tom thought to himself, looking left and right. Tom sighed and got off the ice. He might as well go check the restrooms.

While he was passing by the corridor to the figure skating area, he heard the faintest sound of classical music. According to the time sheet, whoever was in there had a scheduled time and had the whole room to themselves.

Of course Tom checked in to see what this person was about, he just didn't expect to see Tord.

He was wearing black pants and a red shirt with bedazzled flames at the bottom. It was buttoned up only to his stomach, showing off the lean muscles underneath his skin.

He was gliding and skating along to the music, doing grand jumps with the crescendos and gliding lower to the floor in varying sizes of circles during the decrescendos. He never slipped up and then Tom noticed he was doing all of it with his eyes closed. It was beautiful and sent chills down Tom's whole body.

The music ended and Tord finished his number in a bow. Tom began to slowly clap, startling the figure skater so much that he actually fell over. "T-Tom!? What are you doing in here!" He screeched, face red like he was caught naked after a shower.

"I don't know. I heard music and went to investigate." Tom shrugged nonchalantly, smirking as the Norwegian had trouble gaining his balance once again.

Tom checked the Time on his phone. "Well, looks like it's time to go. Edd wants us to meet up at the car so put on your clothes and let's go." Tom ordered. Tord soundlessly nodded and skated to the changing rooms. Strange.

~><~

The whole ride home Tord was silent.

He remained curled up on his seat, looking out the window. If anyone asked him about today, he would curl in on himself a little more. Tom thought this was a little odd. No, it was really odd and Tom was honestly concerned. Was Tord Okay?

When they got back to the house, Tord was hanging out in the kitchen with Edd, asking if he could cook dinner that night. Something about an old family recipe that involved eel, but Tom wasn't really paying attention. He had snooping to do.

He crept into Tords room. Making sure to not touch anything or hit even one squeaky floorboard. Reaching the unnecessarily large closet Tom dug all the way to the back, and what he found was a gold mind.

"Everyone to the living room!" He summoned his friend, smirking heavily as he leaned against a box with several things inside. When Matt and Edd walked in, their faces read confusion, but when Tord walked in, the only thing on his face was panic.

"Uh, Tom! How did you- Were you snooping through my room!?" Tord's face was red. From anger or embarrassment none could tell. "Maybe, but you have to explain all of this." Tom said pointing to the box stubbornly. Tord sighed defeated. "Okay. I'll tell you all my little sob story." Tord rolled his eyes.

"When I was around five, I loved the snow. I was always in the mood to go out and play, but as i got older The snow became less thrilling and more, well, normal. My parents hated the fact I no longer went outside as much and decided to enroll me in my first winter sport, Figure skating. It was fun to say the least, but I wanted more. I started getting into hockey, but I um, Left some kids with a couple bruises.."

"Bruises?

"Okay so I broke some bones and knocked some teeth out. I'm slightly competitive"

"Yeah Slightly."

"Tom let me finish! Anyway, after I got taken out of that, I got into skiing which lead to snow boarding. I was really into the idea of this and it let me blow off a lot of, eh, stress"

Tord sighed and rubbed his eyes. Once upon a time when he lived in Norway, he was bullied relentlessly because of coming out as Homosexual. Life went down hill from there. Of course when he got to seventh grade, he had a few girl crushes and a crush on a non bianry human named Alex, leading him to believe that he was Pansexual. That didn't really help.

Then of course the problem in eighth...

Tord sighed again. "I put a lot of time into these sports, doing everything in my power to get better at what I was doing. Sadly, I put too much effort into these aspects and well, I ruined my career. I remember it like it was yesterday, a year before we moved to England"

Tord stood, back straight, his partners hand in his, staring down the crowd with sharp eyes. The fifteen year old Norsk had done it. He was in the finals. He caught his parents eyes, both of them smiling and cheering. He was ready.

He had practiced this routine over and over again for weeks straight, taking no breaks in between. He knew that it was unhealthy, but he refused to be bested by some Irish leprechaun trying to steal his title as youngest figure skater in the big leagues. He was going places and smug ass Irish man wasn't going to take away his shot.

He and his partner got into position to start. The beginning was flawless, but towards the end the affects of strain and sleep deprivation started to kick in. He arms were shaky and his legs felt like they were going to collapse, mostly because they were about too.

In the final moment his body gave out and he passed out in the middle of the ring. A collective gasp from the crowd and the sneering face of his rival were all he registered before the world went black.

After he woke up and got the news of he rival beating him and his collapse being the most viewed video on the internet, he left Norway. he couldn't face it. He couldn't look failure in the eyes.

In England he died his hair and changed his signature color to black. No one took notice in the boy and he continued on. Putting his love for the snow and the sports surrounding it in the past, too hopefully stay there.

Tord blinked back the flashback as he took in his friends faces. "You know, I think I remember that report. Your fan base went bat shit crazy looking for you. That Irish guy actually quit and gave up his spot because of your crazy fandom. As far as I know, no ones taken that seat yet. If I remember