It was true then, not just a rumour. Marla stepped out onto the crisp white landscape with a smile on her face. A warm scarf was tied around her neck and a pair of woolly mittens protected her hands. How long had it been since she had seen snow? More years than she cared to remember that was for sure. The crunch crunch of her boots as they hit the snow was one of the best sounds she had heard and the way the cold snapped her breath away was divine.
"I don't see the fascination." Khan said as he walked alongside her.
"It's wonderful." Marla replied.
"No, it's cold, it gets everywhere and when it does get everywhere, you get wet. Cold and wet is not something most people enjoy."
"But look at it!" she said gesturing to the brilliant white hills in the distance. Khan nodded but didn't look convinced, "Besides, I thought the superior intellect wouldn't be bothered by a little cold water."
"I'm not," he replied. She thought she caught him rolling his eyes.
"Good." Khan looked at her curiously, "Then you won't mind if I do this!" she said hurling a snowball at his head. She caught his ear and the look he returned her was withering. Marla didn't care; she laughed and began to sprint. His pounding footsteps behind her told her enough, the game was on!