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Katya rubbed her hands together to get some sort of warmth from the friction.
"We should go to New York, Katya. It's so pretty during winter, Katya." She glared at Trixie as she imitated the other queen.
"Okay, first of all; it's not that cold, and I told you to put on gloves." Trixie herself was wrapped up in what seemed to be every single scarf that she owned, and Katya shoved her playfully.
"I'm actually pretty sure my lips are going numb," She pouted, trying to get a look at her own lips. "Yepp. It's definitely frostbite. We should-"
"-Should not keep talking in order to prevent the 'frostbite' from getting worse?"
"Trixie, no. You know nothing." She carefully placed her hand on Trixie's jacket to still her. "That will just spread the cold, I'll die faster." She shook her head like Trixie was an idiot for even suggesting that,
"We must kiss. There's no other way."
Trixie sighed, pressing their lips together.