He's had enough of fire and warmth to last a lifetime.

Ice makes a nice change.

The other dreamer is somewhat less pleased by this turn of events.

The ice lady isn't interested in the other dreamer right now. She is very interested in this dear boy with his promises of resurrection. In fact she thinks she would like to tear his clothes off and pin him to a tree.

He is quite happily pinned to the tree.

How is he going to pull this off and oh, what's that she's doing with her hands?

Details will be left as an exercise for the reader. But there are ice claws involved. And entirely too many teeth.

Lydia is not well-rested the next morning, but that's hardly their problem.

They don't exist, after all. Just dreams.

Solvei isn't the happiest person on Earth the next morning either.

How early does Stiles get to school? Because she'd like to catch him before class, ideally without anyone noticing.

Scott and Stiles arrive are at school after she does.

If the conversation won't take more than ten minutes, she has time.

Ten minutes should do.

She accosts Stiles the moment he appears. "Good morning. Where does one go to have a private conversation around here?"

"Probably the library. Have fun?"

"Yeah, I'll catch you later."

He heads to the library, not paying any mind to the people in his way.

And in between the stacks, Stiles looks at Solvei. 

"Well?"

"You didn't hear this from me," she starts. "In fact, unless absolutely necessary, you didn't hear it at all. I called in a pretty big favour with something that's very serious about its privacy, and I'm not supposed to be passing any of this on. But I think you should know. The problems Lydia has been having are because she's - I don't know whether 'haunted' or 'possessed' is closer - by a dead man who wants to use her to resurrect himself. Apparently she can do that. Pretty sure she doesn't know it."

"I have lots of questions that I probably shouldn't ask. Does Lydia know, and does telling her let it on to this ghost that we know?" 

"She doesn't and it would. There's nothing I'd like more, she seems like she needs to know what the hell's going on more than she needs just about anything else, but the ghost - it's a wereghost, by the by - probably wouldn't take well to learning he'd been found out, and it seems like he can spy on her mind whenever he feels like it."

"So hey. Wereghost. That's a thing. Any idea where it came from? Because I might." 

"I have no information about the origin or identity of the wereghost, except that it's a male wereghost."

"Yeah. Great. Peter Hale is haunting Lydia Martin. This is a sentence I've always wanted to say."

"I'm just going to class anyway, aren't I."

"That's up to you. I'm definitely going to class, at least. Please try not to get me killed by letting on that I told you any of this."

And off she goes to math.

Stiles attends math.

He doesn't disrupt the class, not even a little bit.

Neither does Solvei. Model students, the both of them.

Stiles lets nothing on, especially not to Scott.

Doesn't Solvei have English with this loser?

She does! And look, she's right on time.

He seems to be having a conversation with someone.