I guess I'm back? Continuation of the poem, Do not Stand by my Grave and Weep my M. E. F.
Hiro had never really seen the snow. The weather in SanFransokyo was moderate, and while it did snow briefly every year or so, there was no time when snow piled up and school was canceled and everyone would rush outside to build a snowman.
The year after Tadashi died, the team had built up a reputation as Big Hero 6. They were the heroes of the century and everyone knew who they were. That was why when an official from up north contacted Hiro and his team if they could come and help their city, they were eager to help.
The team took Fred's family jet to the city, and got there around dinnertime. It was too late to contact the governor who would be taking them to the problem areas, so they settled in the hotel room that was reserved for them. The holiday mood was spent laughing and smiling between all of them, but then the time came to go to sleep.
Hiro deactivated Baymax and then lay in his bed, thinking of the holidays to come and what presents to get his friends and family. His lullaby was the sound of Wasabi muttering in his sleep about Fred screwing up his tools again.
When they woke in the morning, the windows shone with a bright white. Squinting, Hiro stood up and looked out the glass door to where nearly two feet of snow had fallen overnight. He slipped on his shoes quickly and raced out to where the crisp air blew through his hair. He blocked out the sounds of Wasabi shouting about colds and Baymax inflating, saying that it was too cold to go outside without a jacket, and just breathed.
The sun began to peek out of the morning clouds and suddenly this world of white began to glow- no, to radiate diamonds. Every single snowflake sparkled, giving off the appearance that they had somehow absorbed the sun. Hiro could only think to laugh in the awe of it all.
He continued to laugh and laugh, the sorrow of Tadashi not being able to be here for Christmas melting away, and suddenly he was here, laughing with Hiro. Hiro laughed until tears were streaming from his eyes, but this time not from sadness. From memories that suddenly resurfaced and took over all emotions.
His laughter died down and he wiped away the tears with the back of his hand. Tadashi was here, in this snow that sparkled like diamonds, in the air that bit fiercely, but in a way that seemed more clear than it had ever been before. He walked back in the room, feeling not in the slightest cold, and all he could do was smile.