( clementine used to love the snow (and winter, and all these little details about winter she's forgotten like hot chocolate and the way the snow falls on the trees and how much fun it can be). there was an actual blizzard in her world before she ended up here. she shot kenny without any gloves on. her hands and face were freezing. she was wet and broken. she felt cold for days after she came back to wonderland like the ice had gotten into her veins, and now she's looking at people running out with sleds and having snowball fights and taking joy in the snow.

and she remembers. it used to be fun, and it should probably be easier for her than it is. to have fun.

she smirks a little when he speaks. it's pretty easy to recognize klaus' voice. no one else talks fancy like he does. she looks up at him after a moment. )

Maybe. The last time I built a snowman I was eight. ( that was a long time ago for her, okay? practically several lifetimes by the feel of it. ) I wasn't very good at it. It'd always fall apart.

What about you? ( it looks like he's dressed to head out. )