( when it comes to the cold, denmark has mixed feelings. yes; it's in his blood. he's nordic, snow and ice and freezing weather are a fact of life, something deep in his bones and as old as he is. on the other hand, it's cold. the best part of the middle of winter is being away from it; his earliest memories are dim longhouses in the darkest parts of winter, listening to tales and staring unfocused at the smoke, warm under furs…
and centuries later, things aren't all that different. denmark's house — manor, really — is bigger now, with windows and art and other fine things he likes to be around: but there's still a fire, and it's still winter, and dark, and cold everywhere but here. the downside of a large house is it's more difficult to heat, so denmark's barricaded them in the master bedroom with bread and other food, dismissed the servants, and built up the fire to last the night; then he ruins any elegant atmosphere this may have conjured up by flopping onto the bed like a whale breaching the ocean's surface. )
by married i'm just going to assume you meant 1790s yep
and centuries later, things aren't all that different. denmark's house — manor, really — is bigger now, with windows and art and other fine things he likes to be around: but there's still a fire, and it's still winter, and dark, and cold everywhere but here. the downside of a large house is it's more difficult to heat, so denmark's barricaded them in the master bedroom with bread and other food, dismissed the servants, and built up the fire to last the night; then he ruins any elegant atmosphere this may have conjured up by flopping onto the bed like a whale breaching the ocean's surface. )
Tell the one about Freyr next!