Matthew feels his cheeks flush as he walks through the snow. The small particles of ice crunch underneath his boots making him sink in the snow slightly deeper than the last step. He pulls himself onward and tries not the think about anything as the cold bites into him, despite the heavy layer of clothing that surrounded himself in he's still shivering to himself. He sighs and watches his breathe collect in front of him and dissipate from view as it ravels upward onto the skies. He smiles a bit despite himself and his eyes crinkle around the edges as he grins. He breathe coming out in soft pants and licks his dry lips. He makes a note to wear something like a scarf to cover his lips, as they are cold to the touch. He blinks and stands still, thoughts shifting in his head as he sniffles. He's almost close. He can tell by the way the atmosphere changes and the way the trees seem to be thinner and only seem to be clumped together in the distance. He inhales the clean air and the faint scent of pine and quickens his pace. He looks up and smiles slowly, eyes shifting left to right as he checks around. The cabin is small by his standards and abandoned by what he can tell. Anyone who dares to try and make it out here in the mountains in the winter time most likely leaves or dies by this time in the middle of it. There's nothing here for miles around and no one, but the passing deer or the occasional small bear that passes by in the dead of night. He thinks back to his own bear, left at his house with the promise of having food when he comes back and his demeanor lightens. He reaches the door by the time he's shivering in the cold and touches the handle. His gloves are frosty ad his fingers and numb. Any human would have frozen to death, but he's different. He can't die. He smiles a little smugly at that fact and scolds himself gently. he turns the handle slowly and steps in.