Snow
Elphaba wasn't very fond of snow. It was wet, it was cold, and unlike rain, snowflakes drifted in haphazard patterns, always seeming to settle right on top of her nose.
But today, the students at Shiz were required to go into the snow and study it, make observations—there was a rumor that snow hadn't existed before the Wizard came. So they did, dragging Elphaba with them.
Elphaba picked some up in her hands. It was soft, white, and powdery. It was certainly very lovely, she thought, as she gazed around her at the frost-covered school grounds.
She compacted the frigid substance, making it into a sort of ball. It was harder now, but not too hard as to hurt.
Grinning a wicked grin, she threw the snowball at ShenShen. It caught her in the cheek.
"AAUGH!" she screamed. "MY MAKEUP! You RUINED my makeup!"
ShenShen quickly made a snowball and heaved it at Elphaba, who ducked.
Maybe snow wasn't so bad after all…