Author's Notes:
My fourth drabble for Challenge 401: Cold at tw100.

Summary: Cold weather can bring unexpected beauty.

The night was bitterly cold, the full moon hanging in the cloudless sky almost bright enough to drown out the stars. Sensible people were tucked up warm in their beds, but Torchwood didn’t always have that luxury. Some nights their job required them to protect the city while its citizens slept on, oblivious.

Tonight they’d been dragged from their dreams to deal with a Hoix, but as they bundled their captive into the SUV, they looked around at the frost coating every bush, tree, and blade of grass, turning them silver, and almost pitied those who’d never witness such beauty.

The End