It was winter. December 2nd,to be exact. Outside the first snow was falling, painting everything in white.

Your mother told you to go outside with your younger brother,maybe take a stroll through the forest,and later come back for hot chocolate. So you two put on your coats,scarfs and beanies,and left your apartment.

As you wandered through the forest,you two saw a young boy around your age sit under a tree as it was snowing. He looked like he was freezing,and his fingers were blue.