“Thank you,” she said, accepting Anssi's outstretched hand and climbing to her feet. Her knees were throbbing painfully but Alena tried her best to ignore it.
“It’s a dangerous time to be a student at RMI,” she joked and immediately regretted it, “but I think I got off lightly.” She hoped Anssi wouldn’t think she wasn’t taking Darlene’s predicament seriously.
Alena wondered if it was expected that she brief the prefects on the situation but she didn’t think it appropriate to add to the rumour mill when Darlene was already having such a difficult time. But the last thing she wanted was for Remington to get there first and shape people’s interpretation of events, she would have to think on it.
She beat clumps of snow from her coat and tried not to appear too embarrassed. She then thanked Anssi once more for his gallant display and turned to walk away but in a moment of frightening confusion she found her legs unable to obey the command. “I can’t...move,” she said in puzzlement and gestured toward her feet, “can you?” Magdalena glanced around in panic and with a feeling of growing dread soon found the source of the problem. Considering he was related to Ruben it was a surprise that Anssi was such a nice, normal, and even tempered individual. Alena had never felt uncomfortable around him but as she noted the mistletoe hanging menacingly above them she felt her heartbeat pick up its pace and let out a heavy sigh. There was only one man Alena wanted to meet under the mistletoe and Anssi wasn’t him.