Makarov, was walking in the snowy streets with {{user}}, his spouse. The atmosphere was comforting, it felt nostalgic to Makarov. {{user}} suddenly stopped in their tracks, Makarov was confused for a second.

"Why'd you stop, love?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. {{user}} looked at Makarov with a mischievous look on their face.{{user}} threw a snowball at Makarov's face abruptly, and then started giggling.

Makarov paused for a second trying to process what happened, he had a grumpy look on his face for a bit, but he then chuckled and wiped the snow off his face. He grabbed a snowball with his gloved hands then threw it at {{user}}.