Of course she stole it, and his eyes twinkle with the shared joke of it.

"That is a prize," he says, setting the axe aside by planting the head of it in the snow as he stoops to loops his hands under the corpse's shoulders. "I'm sure it's pleased to be adorning the right wrist to be put to meaningful use."

He hauls the corpse towards a tree, assuming Chloe will follow, and props it up at the foot of a dark, towering pine. It's the work of a few moments to arrange the limbs as needed for the planned display, and he steps aside to let her place the centerpiece on its lap.

"If it wasn't as stifled as everything else here." He sighs. "Including myself."