It's the beginning of winter. It's cold and as usual, everywhere I go it snows and everything I touch freezes instantly. In fact, This is my only way to prove my existence. No one sees me. I'm starting to get used to it now.

One day, while I was passing through a village, I flew over a young person who was being beaten up by a group of not very pleasant guys. I throw a snowball at them to make them stop, but since they don't see anyone, they continue.