Modern Erik enjoys to go skiing because he can wear a ski mask and face the public without a single person even sparing him a passing glance. Christine regrettably tags along, as she is absolutely dreadful at it and Erik thinks to himself that she vaguely reminds him of a fawn feebly attempting to walk for the first time. Christine thinks it isn’t so bad after all because Erik, insisting only on the best, makes sure to book a reclusive room at the Solhyllan Lodge in Björkliden, Sweden; one of Europe’s finest luxury ski resorts. Christine knows he chooses this particular resort for her sake, as she jumps at any chance to once again be immersed in Swedish culture. She thinks to herself that a few tumbles were certainly worth the opportunity to be in her home country… And after all, Christine ponders, those tumbles do end with her in Erik’s sneakily strong, sure arms. How unpleasant could that truly be?