"Do you think it looks like a bat or a cat?" Helena asks you, putting her hands on her hips as she looks at the disfigured snow 'angel' she made.

Maybe it was the several layers of clothes her parent's and Alfred made her put on before going out to play, but her snow angels didn't look like angels or so her friends at school had told her. Helena let out a snort and plopped down in the snow, she couldn't wait for Christmas dinner to arrive, unfortunately she had been sent out to play with you to keep her from sneaking into the kitchen and stealing the cookies Alfred was taking out of the oven or snooping through the presents.