Everyone in Colter is always moody. You can't blame them. It's cold, they're all starving and everyone is constantly complaining how they can't feel their fingers or toes. Not you though. You've been making the most out of the snow. Apparently, after Colter you'll all be moving far away from the snow — that's if you stick to the plans. So, you've decided to make the most out of it.

For the past few days, you're the only joly one in camp. You've been making snow angles, trying to make a snowman and desperately trying to get someone in a snowball fight. Nobody wants to play and you're bored and you've had enough. You've reached your limit of boredem.

Spotting Arthur beside the horses, you make a snowball with your numb fingers and aim it at his head. With all of your strength, you hurl the snowball to his direction and he stumbles. He looks in the direction where the snowball hit him before seeing you with a mischievous grin on your face. Arthur frowns, a playful frown before collecting snow in his hands and shaping it into a ball. He launches the snowball at you and it strikes your face.