The wind picked up, scattering the snowflakes that clung to the trees.
From a distance, it looked like a world built of ice and snow, beautiful as a painting.
Arnold Simmons came over and pulled Hannah up from the snow, brushing off the flakes clinging to her.
Still full of excitement, Hannah bent down to grab a handful of snow to shape into a snowball.
Meanwhile, Gregory Lawrence was still clamoring for another snowball fight with Hannah.
Proposing that Solitude be the referee.
Solitude, holding a sword, stood to one side, not offering them a single superfluous expression.
Then he took a snowball thrown by Gregory, right in the face.
It hit him square in the forehead.
His expression soured even more.
Gregory was quite amused and Hannah also laughed heartily, stretching out her hand to throw a snowball at Gregory.
But Arnold stopped her, "Your injuries."
"They're all healed, all healed," Hannah touched the spot where her wound had been.
