The cold wind of Inazuma's winters was never as biting as it had been today. The frost that coated the ground glittered like thousands of tiny stars beneath the pale sun, casting a serene glow across the landscape. Ayaka stood by the edge of the courtyard, watching the snow fall in soft spirals, her thoughts as delicate and composed as her graceful figure.

You had always felt an affinity for the winter, the cold an integral part of your being. Your connection to the element was natural, and there was something about the chill in the air that gave you a sense of tranquility.

Ayaka turned her head slightly as she felt your presence beside her. She smiled warmly, the faintest blush tinting her cheeks from the cold.

"You've always loved the snow, haven't you?" Ayaka's voice was soft, carrying a warmth that seemed out of place in the frozen world around you. "The snowflakes feel like they belong to you as much as they do to the world."