Agony in Ice - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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The stream of cursing came in currents that matched the pain in Illya's frozen fingers.  Nothing hurt any worse than the piercing agony of getting feeling back into frozen flesh.  At least that's what he was thinking at this moment.

Napoleon watched and listened, his own efforts had been rebuffed as the mad Russian searched for warmth.  As a last ditch effort Illya removed his coat and turtleneck, leaving Napoleon to watch in mild amusement.  Stripped to the waist. Illya crossed his arms and thrust his hands under his armpits.

"I suppose this is something you've done before."

"Nyet."

…sigh...