Friction helps a little, and she rubs both hands together vigorously as she talks, scrunching up her red and frozen nose in response.

"Not like this." Sylvie tips her head towards Abby as she sticks a pointer finger in her mouth and pulls off her gloves, one at a time. The fabric is pocketed before she reaches out and presses both iced hands to Abby's cheeks firmly. "You can't tell me this is normal."