❄️ GOLDECEMBER — Day 20: SNOWSTORM
Freyr's Protection
The blizzard was supposed to cancel everything.
It arrived like an angry god, whiteout winds, ice needles, the training grounds erased in seconds. The Golden Bros huddled up, shoulders tight, breath turning into frantic fog… and then Freyr stepped past them like he'd heard a different forecast.
He didn't shout.
He didn't need to.
The storm split, not away, but around him.
A perfect, silent circle of dry pitch opened at Freyr's feet like the world remembered how to behave.
Inside the calm eye, the bros broke into laughter so sudden it sounded illegal. A 5-a-side game sparked to life, slick passes, bare-snow edges, gold kits flashing like warm coins under the floodlights. And inches away?
A towering wall of snow raged and howled… like it was trapped behind invisible glass.
Freyr watched with the kind of calm that makes chaos feel embarrassed.
Freyr's Greenhouse Winter
When the wind tried to creep back in, Freyr answered with something softer, but stronger: an emerald-tinted dome that bloomed over the team like a living aurora.
Suddenly it was warm enough for sprints.
Agility ladders snapped on the turf.
Boxing drills thumped like a heartbeat.
Outside, icicles formed and shattered, and the storm kept throwing itself at the barrier, only to slide off like rain on polished stone.
Inside? Cosy-athletic bliss. "Unstoppable" energy. Steam rising from shoulders like victory.
Freyr "allowed" the blizzard to play… but only at the edges.
Snow fell like glitter confetti where the dome faded, harmless and pretty. The bros turned it into an event: sledge races, ice-football, snowball dodgeball, each wipeout met by Freyr's subtle gust that cushioned the landing like the world itself was spotting them.
Every time someone yelled "I'M FINE," the laughter doubled.
Even the storm seemed offended it couldn’t hurt anyone.
When the town's lights flickered and supplies needed moving, the Golden Bros didn't hesitate. They marched through the streets with crates and bundled gear, shoulders forward, boots crunching through drifts.
Freyr walked beside them, calm and smiling… and the wind bowed away as if it recognised rank.
They delivered what they came to deliver. Then, because they're the Golden Bros and they can't do anything halfway, Freyr turned the street into a safe winter playground: street hockey, skating, rooftop sauna cooldown.
Snow swirled in the air like a celebration… and never touched them.
The storm could scream all it wanted.
Tonight, the team was protected.
If you needed a reminder that the Golden Bros are built for every season, this is it.
Freyr doesn't fight the winter, he reframes it. The storm becomes background music, and the team becomes the warm centre of the world.
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