Arthur knocked on his mother's bedroom door. She was crying – he was sure. His dad was never gentle with her; or him for that matter, but that wasn't important.
The snow had begun falling a few days ago – not that that had anything to do with her being upset – but he thought it would be nice to try and get her out of her room.
"Mum?" He asked as he knocked rhythmically on the door.
Do you wanna build a snowman?
Come on let's go and play
I never see you anymore
Come out the door
It's like you've gone away-
We used to be best buddies
And now we're not
I wish you would tell me why!
Do you wanna build a snowman?
It doesn't have to be a snowman.
"Go away, Arthur," Carolyn sighed.
Okay, bye...
…
In a house not too far away from Carolyn and Arthur's; Douglas was barricaded in his room. His second wife had left him – he was ashamed and humiliated. The whiskey only did so much.
Douglas' daughter, Emily, knocked on the door in rhythm, much like Arthur did. "Dad?"
Do you wanna build a snowman?
Or ride our bikes around the halls
I think some company is overdue
I've started talking to
The pictures on the walls-
(Hang in there, Joan!)
It gets a little lonely
All these empty rooms,
Just watching the hours tick by-
(Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock)
…
Martin had been in his room for days. He hadn't eaten, probably hadn't slept. All because he'd failed his CPL… Again. Simon and Caitlin were concerned but it ultimately fell to Caitlin to do something.
"Martin?" she asked, trying not to sob.
Please, I know you're in there,
People are asking where you've been
They say "have courage", and I'm trying to
I'm right out here for you, just let me in
We only have each other
It's just you and me
What are we gonna do?
Do you wanna build a Snowman?
Caitlin leaned against the door, a tear rolling down her cheek.
Martin, on the other side of the door, was sobbing, but there was one key difference; the room was covered in frost and ice with snowflakes suspended in mid-air. Not only was he depressed that he'd failed his CPL for the sixth time, but he had also lost control of his little curse.