.: Iceland :.
Emil blinked as he got no answer, he was ready to start picking on the lock when he tried just turning the knob which was surprisingly unlocked, he got inside silently pulling his snowy boots off by the entrance and his coat as well as his scarf, he fixed the bow tie him himself was wearing and slid through the house. He stopped once he found Sweden, "you know, if you keel the door unlocked someone you don't like might come in... Or people you want to keep in might slid out" he said crossing his arms the best he could as he looked at Sweden.
The boy's cheeks and nose were red with cold wind burns and gave Emil some sort of sick look in fact.
''Even the ice has some sort of warmth..."