Icicles, and sunshine. Sparkling snow. Han was a fool, but he then he'd always been.
"Don't let 'em melt, Lucky," he said to his favorite tauntaun mount.
Belly deep in the Falcon, scrounging. Where in the hells had he put that minimotor?
Yeah, he was a fool. Kept that useless minimotor. "Gotcha."
Teeth biting his lip, hard at work, his comm turned off so Her Highness would leave him alone.
*I see your brains peeking through your mouth,* Chewie teased.
Han pulled his tongue back where it belonged. "Shut up."
Heart thumping at his handiwork, "No, I need to see the Princess now. Tell Her Royal Command to get to the Falcon. It's important."
Worse than a fool. He couldn't stop himself. "Hey, kid. Get over here. I did something. Wanna see?"
Luke's stupid eagerness. "Coming!"
Han needed a power extension so it would reach.
Two pairs of boots at eye level, an orange flight suit tucked into one, a white snowsuit in the other.
"What's up, Han?"
Han held his breath, and rolled the switch under his thumb.
"You collected icicles, Captain?"
Then the Princess gasped, and Han smiled to himself, because yes he collected icicles. Any fool could do that. But not every fool did this-
Impaled into snowy mounds he'd built himself, his icicles were lit by a bulb that spun on a tray, powered by a minimotor. The bulb aimed at the icicles, white light breaking through prisms. In Echo Base, on the hangar floor, in a war, light rays of blue, green, orange, yellow and red danced in a circle.
"Dancing icicles!" Luke shouted, and no, they weren't dancing icicles at all, couldn't he see-
"Thank you for this moment of beauty." The Princess squeezed his arm, her eyes on his feat of engineering.
Wishing you health, safety and peace in 2021.