To Snowflake, they looked like rats scuttling about and rolling white balls, just for the sole purpose to create the biggest snowman in town. It was a lot of work—she wasn’t going to lie, it took a lot of time and energy slowly making the ball into a large one, and it wasn’t just simply large—it was ginormous. They had been rolling snowballs for so long that Snowflake had already lost track of time. Above her was a stretch of sky, and though the pale blue colour was inviting in its own right, leering into it echoed nothing but forlorn thoughts, lost in the transition of cloud to puff to nothingness over the short span of a few moments. Fleeting was the process of dispersing clouds, which Snowflake would easily compare to the fickleness of her mind and bit by bit, she continued to wonder.
It wasn’t then her train of thoughts was suddenly derailed by a smack on her face as the patch of snow slowly dripped down from her face. Young children in a distance chuckled to themselves and immediately, she decided that she’d give them a lesson. Making sure her enormous ball was still, she bent over and packed a snowball together. She’d learned that the longer you pack, the ball becomes hardened and strong. Holding the ball in her hands, she began to chase the children tossing snowballs back at them.
She wasn’t angry at the children—more like she wanted to have fun alongside them, despite her dislike for kids their age. When she had enough of the chasing and running, she decided to return by Chelvaric’s side to help him with the rest of building the snowman. It had already turned out so well, although it was missing a head. ”I think we might need a ladder to put the head, this is getting really big,” she gazed up at the huge snowman that they’d built, and even with little manpower, they had already done so much.