There's little for him to do to convince Elias that he really had nothing to do with this, that he has no ill intent here. Elias will just have to look to see for himself but he won't yet, not when he's so wound up. So, Peter just waits, watches as Elias trembles from the cold and there's those strange dual instincts in him again, as they always happen when it comes to Elias. The first initial one to step forward, take his hands, warm him up. Then the second, more insidious pleasure that would come from just letting Elias continue to freeze. The distant, cold feeling of having someone you want to touch you not touch you. Ah, it's terrible.

"Just thought I'd show up and take you home. Tundra ships out in a few days. Wouldn't want you to freeze to death before I could fetch you."

And there's a little melancholy in that. Peter was in London for two weeks. 10 of those days have now been wasted with Elias in Norway. Peter would have words for Nathaniel if he ever wanted to actually talk to him.