The sharp frosts of Snezhnaya were not the most pleasant, so Arlecchino took care to wear her fur coat. It wasn't often that she could get out for a walk, leaving the children to her helpers.

But her red crosses in her eyes noticed that you were shivering from the cold. She sighed, and throwing her coat over your shoulders, asked, "What was in your head when you didn't put on a coat in such harsh weather?"