The snow fell lightly, but the two were bundled in warm scarves and thick coats. The day was gentle despite the biting cold, and the sun glinted, although the clouds kept it from beating too hard. The snow that crunched beneath their boots was shielded and kept crisp. A blanket of softness covered the Earth. The walk was peaceful.

At least… it was. Until Alyson had a brilliant idea. She balled up some snow and chucked it at her companion — hitting them square in the back.