The pixies lead them deeper into the forest

"Frost nymphs?" A pixie asked. "Oh sure, we know where they went. It's a bit of a trek though, you might want to come up with a better way to stay warm."

"I know what to do," Troy said. "Helena, can you let go for a minute?"

He took his arms off Helena and she backed up, wrapping his cloak tightly around her bare torso. Then, to her surprise, the boy took off his own sweater and handed it to her. "You take this. I'll be fine with my undershirt and the cloak if you give it back."

Give it back? Helena thought. But that would mean taking it off! "Um, ok. Just look away please."

When Troy busied himself with freeing the pixies he'd netted to the ground, she ripped off the cloak and draped it over his arm, taking the offered sweater in the same motion. Troy was gentleman enough not to peek while she put it on, but the pixies stared openly and with some amusement. Helena wanted to yell at them, but that might make Troy look up and she'd be even more embarrassed. So she just endured her audience with a red face and tried to get dressed quickly.

This sweater was bigger than the one Troy had made from his shirt earlier, so it fit her almost like a dress. It was warmer too, which was good since she wasn't wearing anything over or under it this time. When she announced that she was done, Troy straightened up and smiled at her. "You look good. Now, take us to the frost nymphs."

The freed pixies complied, fluttering off into the woods with a breathy "This way!"

Helena and Troy followed their flying guides, Helena fiddling with her sweater as her mind dwelt on how she lost the last one. Stupid pixies! She hoped the nymphs would be better behaved when they found them.