"You! Of course! Who else would I be trying to convince?"

Ylva grabs a fistful of her hair, wraps it around her knuckles, and tugs fiercely, baring her teeth in something half a snarl and half a grimace. "I would really honestly rather dig a hole in a snowdrift and keep warm in there. I don't know if I'm going to have a house, wow. I can't have a house. I've never had a house. Why do you want me to have a house?"