The more Snowman thought about it, the more she realized just how fitting her nickname really was. What is a snowman? She guessed it was all in how you made it. You get a little handful of snow, all cold in your hands, and pack it together in a little ball. You try to make it bigger, make it the perfect size and shape. Make others like it, though a little smaller. Pile them on top of each other to get a body. And that's it. But then you notice every day your snowman is getting smaller, deforming slowly as the weather heats up. And then it's just a pile of slush in the grass, maybe a few buttons or a scarf left behind. You put them away to use again or just throw them in the trash. The hat on it's head might've been blown away by the wind, maybe to just down the street or even miles further. After awhile, even the slush is gone. It turns to water and is soaked up into the ground.
The water remembers being snow. It remembers being personified and having form for a short time. It remembers melting and returning to it's original state. It knows that it'll be used by the earth now. It knows that the weather will change again. It'll be taken into the sky, invisible, and go into clouds which will precipitate. And then someday it'll snow again. It'll be formed and shaped into another snowman, a different one. The snowman remembers being another snowman at some point, in a different place maybe, with different clothes and sticks for arms. The snowman remembers who it was before, and knows who it is now. A snowman is a snowman, again and again as the seasons pass. It will be a snowman, with water at it's core, which has been everywhere and touched everything.
Snowman herself knows that the building of a snowman is symbolic of her having to build up her identity, the sense of self that had been put in question and violated when those men had abused her all those years. She thinks that the water means that maybe, she had been who she is all along, and always had the ability to be made into something better. She supposed that what all those shitty metaphors are supposed to mean is that people can be pretty fucking resilient, always having the ability to change and be changed in form and thought. Always thinking that being snow is just a beautiful dream when all they are right now is dirty slush on the ground.