Wookie - I'll trade you a Prim for a Prim!
Katniss traces the intricately frozen patterns on the pane until the warmth of her skin reduces them to watery smudges. The sleeve of her shirt clears a small portion of glass, and she watches Prim navigate through the falling snow to a copse of oaks near their property's edge. Beneath the giant trees, her Little Duck frightens her for a moment, falling straight back into the snow. But when Prim's arms and legs begin to move, Katniss knows there is no reason for worry. A snow angel. She leans her brow against the cool glass and smiles.