Castrye-Dromir, North Area, Amestris
January 16th, 1914, 11:30 AM
'Heat'
The North was not a good place to send Captain Porter for a mission. Despite her military training, and her renowned toughness in the elements, Captain Porter hated snow. Despised it. It was the bane of her existence. If she could replace all snow with dirt, she would.
This hatred was mainly caused by where she was raised. Captain Porter was raised in the notoriously warm Southern country of Díazza, and she had grown quite accustomed to heat and sweat and dirt. And sunstroke. It had happened several times. Wasn't that pleasant to be quite honest; it made your brain feel like baked mush inside your skull.
All in all, Captain Porter was absolutely miserable. Cold= evil. Cold=living embodiment of human suffering. Snow= despicable powder that seems innocent but is actually complete rubbish and no fun at all.
Captain Porter curled up on an icy bench right in front of North HQ, quietly cursing Mother Nature with a vocabulary that could make a sailor blush.
"Ah, yes, Captain Porter, here it is-" The man stopped. Where did she go? "Captain Porter? I've got the document you came for. Where are you?"
She wasn't anywhere to be seen. Little to the man's knowledge, she was buried under the pile of freaking white shit resting on the bench, too miffed to move, or alert him to her presence.
"Hey, Manny? The Captain's gone somewhere."
A muffled voice replied.
"Okay." The man walked inside, and slammed the door just hard enough dislodge a mound of snow from the Captain's face.
Just as this happened, a young boy and his mother walked past. "Mommy, why is that face blue?"
"Oh, it's a decoration, honey, to remind people to stay warm!"
That day, Captain Porter silently vowed to destroy every single snowflake in existence singlehandedly- after she recovered from the cold she was definitely going to contract from her harrowing experience.