Everything was still. Every thing was quite.

The forest, outside of the ruins, was covered in a thick layer of fresh snow. The ever green branches hung down from the weight of the ice they cradled. Any living thing that wasn't already in a shelter, were scurrying to get inside one.

The wind picked up, carrying down large flurries of ice and snow that had formed on the caverns ceiling. To the inhabitants, it meant another storm was approaching.

It was peaceful until crunching ice broke the silence. The steps were heavy, yet fast.

From the bend in the trail was a tall figure, a skeleton to be exact. His dark bones and red sockets clashed with the white background he was treading through. With clothes torn and sewn back together with blue threads its not surprising he shook slightly with every step in the knee deep snow.

He grunted as he pushed himself forward through the cold. He was near Snowdin town now. He just needed to get to the skela brothers home before the blizzard started.

He cursed himself for over using his powers on the fight he had with the creator. Now he was stuck in a random AU and needed shelter fast. A storm was brewing.

But something made him stop in his tracks. It wasn't anything big. Just a noise, soft and distant. He shook his head after a moment and continued. Probably just a small animal or a whistle in the wind.

But after a few steps it sounded again, soft and muffled.

He stopped and stared off to his side through the forest and brush. He shook his head again, but this time didn't move. After a minute or two, he heard it again.

His eyes widened. It wasn't wind, and didn't really sound like an animal call. It was more of a cry.

A child's cry to be exact.

He stood there, feeling numb. He couldn't decide if he should investigate or keep a track.

A child wouldn't last two days in the cold like this, nor would he. He couldn't just leave them there. But at the same time it could just be an animal sounding that way.

He made up his mind when small white flakes began to fall. The blizzard was approaching.

With a heavy sigh he turned away from the path he was facing and began to lug through the brush and branches in the direction of the crying.

He let out a few calls, a few hellos and are you there. With each noise he made the cries seemed more desperate. The wind began to howl. He forced himself to push on, going a fast as he could when the cries began to quiet down.

He soon made it to a thick wall of brambles. It looked as if it could shred a man. The cries started up again, calling him through. With out a thought he pushed forward, thorns and branches tugging at his clothes and clawed at his bones.

After a little effort he was out and standing in front of a large evergreen. It's roots stuck out of the snow.
He circled it a few times before sighing in defeated.

But before he turned away, a small muffled whimper came from through the snow underneath. He circled it one more time, his eye catching a small covered hole he did notice at first. He bent down and gently began to dig. He pushed away the snow and peered into the opening.

His eyes widened with horror.

Inside the dug out hole was a pink blanket, frost and ice making it stiff. Inside the blanket was a small skeleton. A new born, laying on its stomach. It had no clothes on, it's only protection was the frozen blanket.

The tips of its tiny fingers were almost black along with large parts of it spine. It must have been in here for a long time for frostbite to form. It's eyes were frozen shut from the tears it had cried. Its body shook weakly.

Immediately he picked the half dead child up. It let out whines and whimpers for leaving the blanket, the only warmth it knew, behind. He quickly unzipped his jacket and held it gently against his chest before zipping it back up.

As fast as he could he got back onto the trail and made his way through; to the town and to the brothers home. The whole time it cried and shivered against him.

He gave a loud knock on the door, the snow slowly getting heavy. He knocked again when no one answered. This time a voice shouted to hold on. But he couldn't hold on. This child was at Reapers doorstep. If it's in the cold any more longer, it would die. So he knock once more. Loud footsteps thumped towards the door. With soft clicks of locks and the door was open.

Standing there was another skeleton. His eyes were blazing red ready for a fight, yet there was a hint of laziness inside. He most likely just woke up. The red eyed skeleton was half the size of the other; his head coming up to his elbow. A golden tooth flashed in his mouth. His voice was deep and threatening.

What the hell do you think- wait... Error?

Error simply grunted and pushed past the smaller. Not listening to the others protests. He looked around, not knowing what to do. He made it, to the house. That was one step. But the child...

He turned to the other, who had already closed and relocked the door.

'Hey, Fell. Do you know how to treat frostbite? Like for skeletons?'

Fell turned to him and shrugged.

'Paps got some on his foot not to long ago.'

Error growled slightly, the child in his coat had gone silent. Bad sign.

'How did you treat it?'

He hissed loudly. Fell jumped in surprise.

'If you want to know so bad we got this dip stuff. Just fill a bucket with hot water and pour it in.'

'Thank you. I need it. I'll fill the bucket you get the dip.'

Error hissed. Fell without questioning him obeyed and quickly darted up stares. Error found a bucket beside the couch. He quickly went to the kitchen and filled up the bucket with hot water.

He carried it in to the living room and set it on the floor. Fell hurried down the stairs with a jar of pinkish dust. Error watched as he poured half of it in.

'Ok there. Now I don't see why you need this. You don't look like you have-'

Fell cut him self off as Error unzipped his jacket and gently took out a small frozen infant. His mind seemed to unwind as Error gently placed the child into the treated water.

The child whimpered at the contact. Error held it so that only its head was above water. A small bubbly glow formed around the black spots on the child's spine and hands. Error hummed softly as the little one relaxed in his grip.

'E-Error, why do you have...'

Error turned his head to look at Fell. His multicolored eyes meeting velvety red ones. Fell blushed slightly, trying to find his words. Fell eventually gave up with a 'I'll ask later'.

Error pulled his focus back on the little one as Fell got up to make something to eat. The child in his hands seemed to have fallen asleep in the warmth of the water or out of shear exhaustion and weakness.

Error sighed, with the state the child was in, he knew it would be a long road for it to recover.

It's a good thing Error is a very patient man.