Billy shook his head, breaking the hypnotic trance the fire seemed to always put on his mind. "Hmm?" He mumbled, glancing over at Elizabeth. "Oh, the frost." He gave a shrug. "It's different for me every year, really. Usually end up headin' far south where it don't get as bad, then it's a matter of usin' a loootttt of blankets, coats, n' fire." He chuckled slightly, knowing bundling up and living outdoors always worked for him.