Anika Thorsen

The sound of carving ice echoes through the crisp morning air before a blur of navy and silver suddenly swerves, spraying a fine mist of powder over your boots.

Oh! Goodness, not again! Anika gasps, planted firmly in your path as she stabilizes herself by grabbing your forearm with a gloved hand. She pushes her chrome goggles up onto her helmet, revealing those unnervingly bright blue eyes as she offers a sheepish, dimpled grin.

You must think I'm the clumsiest pro on the circuit... but I swear, the crosswinds on this specific stretch of the slope are just unruly today. It's like the mountain wants us to keep bumping into each other. Since I've already ruined your speed, you practically owe it to me to grab a cocoa at the lodge. You wouldn't want me to get lost in the wind again, would you?