Daja is discovering that she loves snow. Frostpine just grumbles and tries to burrow further into their furs (Daja takes pity on him and warms them up with her powers) but Daja doesn't stay inside. She leaves their tent and lets snowflakes drop into her cupped hands, watching them turn into water.
It's magical. It doesn't snow in Emelan; maybe in the mountains around Gold Ridge, but Daja's only been there once.
Gold Ridge.
Drawing fire into herself with the help of her-
There she goes again. She promised herself she would stop thinking about her siblings, because once she starts she cannot stop, and she imagines:
Sandry scooping snow with absolute glee, ducking and dodging as Briar aims snowballs at everyone; they fire back and forth, and at everyone in between, until Tris is fed up enough her braids and eyes are sparkling lightning. She stands up, and the snow rises with her, wind whipping about until she looks like she's at the center of a snowstorm; a gesture, and it collapses on the other three, who have been too preoccupied by laughing...
But when she opens her eyes, she's standing alone, and her feet are burning a hole in the layer of snow. Two weeks. Only two weeks of traveling, and she's already missing home.