"Sonja Torolf," you say to him.
"Kind of an odd last name," he replies. "Scandinavian?"
"Yeah, my family's Minnewegian."
"Thought I heard a little bit of that in your voice. Guess snow is old hat for you, eh?"
"Little bit. I used to love it as a kid, not so much now that I've had to drive in it."
"Guess none of us are probably going to want to think about driving for awhile."
"Yeah, but the receptionist said there's lots to do here at least."
"I think I got the same run-down you did. Good times, sounds like."
"You bet. Stay safe, okay?"
He nods, and though there seems to be some reluctance to leave, he heads up towards the chalet he indicated. You shake your head as he goes. He's a nice enough guy, but you'll probably never see him after this vacation. Best not to give him too many ideas.
You turn the key in the door, and lugged your bags inside before turning on the lights, shutting it behind you. To call the rooms lavish didn't quite do them justice. The area around the door was stone, possibly locally quarried by the look of it, set in a semicircle around you. Taking off your snowy boots, you step off of the stone and onto the thick carpet of the living room area. Heavy leather-upholstered chairs ring a coffee table that's made to look as if it might be rough-hewn wood from the trees outside, but a closer examination shows it's had a good deal more loving care than that, and you'd be hard-pressed to get a splinter from it anywhere. Beyond was a fireplace made out of the same stone of the entryway, and in the other direction was a decently appointed kitchenette.
Continuing your exploration, you scoop up your bags and head for the bedroom. Turning on the lights, you see a wardrobe crafted in the same fashion as the coffee table, which is mirrored by the four wooden posts of the large bed that dominates the room. You smile, looking it over, noting the thick blankets and plentiful pillows. You rather think you'll sleep well on this, and you let out a soft chuckle as you note that the top blanket was an animal pelt that at least looks real, though you suspect it probably isn't. You deposit your bags and turn out the lights, stepping back out into the main area.
Feeling the carpet against your socks, you stride over towards the other side room. The carpeting ends, and you're once again on stones similar to the other areas, though these have been polished smooth. This was the reason you picked this chalet. A massive hot tub to lounge in, water jets recessed into its slick stone surface. Rustic-looking shelves house a myriad of bath salts and soaps you expect you'll have a lot of fun with at some point in your vacation.
Everything seems to be just as you wanted it to, if not better. It's a fact that makes you feel rather a bit better about being stuck here awhile.