Cuddling her knees, Veronika felt the sharp cold crawl up to her mostly bare legs. Her frilly white dress and thin coat were very poor protection from the icy air that made her shiver viciously. But she remained unmoved, not showing any signs of distress on her face, only clenching her shoulders more and more. This reminded her of a memory, one of her earliest ones... She would cry to her mama about her shoes. Those heavy, rigid shoes, not fit for a toddler to wear. but mama told her she must, she told her to be a printcessa, a princess, to endure the pain and walk with her chin up and a smile on her lips. Same went for everything. Were her clothes too tight? Endure. Was her jewellery too heavy and uncomfortable? Endure. Was that position difficult to sit in? Endure. 
So she did the same with the cold, blocking it out to the best of her abilities.

What Alexa did absolutely shocked her. Veronika didn't even have the time to react, to object or protest. Had the short-haired girl asked her about it, she would have probably stuck up her nose and say that the cold is nothing - moreover, she would probably tell her to mind her own business and not even as much as dare to touch her.

But the noble had to admit... it was warm like this, warmer than before. Maybe like this, this way... they could survive the night. Of course she wouldn't admit, not in a million years, that she liked the position she was in. Alexa was too far below her for that, not to mention a girl, but... For now she was going to let it be.
"Da... Tomorrow." 
It was the last thing she remembered before falling sleep. Why she could was beyond her. Maybe it was the relief of not being entirely alone, maybe the shock from before. 
Or maybe she just hoped so strongly that upon sleeping she will wake up in her home world.