Her captor scratched his head and....

...followed quickly, not wanting to be buried under the rapidly falling snow. "Good Lord, Lorraine, what's your rush? I mean, I know we had the whole rendezvous point plan and all, but what is it that you wanted to show me? Is there something that important worth running to?"
"Yeah!" Lorrain giggled and bounded through the snow like a hare. With a shake of his head and a sigh, he followed reluctantly. Lorraine led him to a hut of fairy proportions, the tiny thatched roof threatening to buckle under the weight of the snow on top. "How on earth am I supposed to fit in there? The accursed house is no bigger than my head!!"
"It's not a matter of going in, silly." Lorraine chided gleefully. "It's getting what's in there to come out." she skipped forward a few steps and rapped on the door, nearly pushing it down. "Oops." she blushed, her face bright pink against the snow. The tiny door suddenly began to swing open and out came...

<Lordy Lou, Shira, developing the plot a bit hastily, are we? Lol.>