The Snow Miser and his band of cronies whooped and hollered as they rolled into Southtown.
"They wanted snow, boys!" Snow guffawed, "Let's give 'em some snow!"
Southtown was normally under the control of Snow's hot-headed half-brother, the Heat Miser. But after a long argument, many insults, and a scolding from Mother, a compromise was reached.
Snow shook away the thought of the damage his idiot brother must be doing up north.
From high atop his cloud, the Snow Miser looked down on the quaint southern town, tapping his magic fingertips together with delight.
"Hee! Hee! Hee!" he giggled, already imagining the masterpiece he was about to create.
He picked up his cane like a conductor in front of a symphony.
With gentle shakes, he sent large, picturesque snowflakes down-- very slowly at first. So slowly that many of the citizens of Southtown didn't even look out their windows.
Snow grinned mischievously and sped up. The wind blew slightly more than a breeze. The flakes were fuzzier now and fell a little faster.
Children and their parents had now begun to notice, coming out to watch the snow in awe.
The Snow Miser cackled and began a full-on blizzard. Thick and swift, the snow fell on the streets of Southtown.
Now, the whole town had noticed and were beginning to venture out of their homes to watch the storm.
Amidst all the ooh-ing and ahh-ing and the giggling, one figure stood perfectly still, gazing into the sky.
And that's where the Snow Miser found her: the little lady who'd tame his cold, wild heart.