Humour wasn’t Anssi’s default coping mechanism. Caught by surprise, he was startled into a laugh at Alena’s joke, and was in turn surprised to find out that he remembered how to laugh even in the middle of all the everything going on. He’d probably feel guilty about it later, but right now it was a relief, too. It made him feel more normal. “That is true,” he agreed. “I mean, when is it not dangerous here, but… anyways.”
Despite getting up Alena hadn’t actually said that she was fine, and her movements looked a bit stiff to his eyes, so he was prepared to offer her a hand again if she needed any help walking it off. He wasn’t prepared for her to not be able to walk at all. “What do you mean? I-- huh.” Trying to step away, the Draco wobbled dangerously for a moment before finding his balance again. “Ja, it seems we are stuck,” he confirmed, clearly not necessary at this point, and looked over his shoulder to check who was standing around them. There were no obvious culprits. Two girls nearby seemed very giggly but weren’t paying them any attention, and there were a few groups of younger students playing in the snow who almost definitely didn’t have the magical training yet to freeze him and Alena in place.
Then Alena sighed loudly and he followed her gaze up to the mistletoe.
His first thought was to question who had decided it was a good idea to have mistletoe at a school event. Even when there were zero romantic themes, he still found himself coming across couples at school events and trying to use his authority as Prefect to encourage them to show some restraint or at least take it somewhere that wasn’t literally in front of the snacks. And holiday-themed events were always romantic in some way, and didn’t need an extra boost like mistletoe.
His second thought was to remember that Alena was getting married soon. Kissing wasn’t something he was inherently opposed to but the idea of kissing someone who was committed to someone else brought back memories of catching Ruben when he was younger, and nope. Nope nope nope. “I guess we are really stuck,” he concluded with a weak grin, glancing back at her. “We can just stand here. That’s fine. I don’t want to… intrude.” That wasn’t quite the right word for it but he hoped she would understand.