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The air was coloured with the dissipating fall of snow, each unique crystal settling upon the ground amidst the newly deposited slurry. It was cold, as was natural in the heart of the Swiss Alps in winter. The steep cliff face of the Matterhorn shone quietly in the background of the striking vista, the sun now peeking through the clouds, colouring the mountain village of Zermatt in soft hues of yellow and gold.

Angela stood, her arms folded neatly against her chest as she faced the sun on the slope in her ski gear and sunglasses, letting it's warm tendrils caress her face with her eyes closed. There was something soothing about feeling the sting of the cold and the warmth of the sun at the same time. To be honest she was glad to be back in Switzerland after so much time. She hadn't been here since, well, since the incident at HQ.

A soft thud ceased her reminiscing, turning away from the sky. Her gaze settled upon Fareeha who had fallen to the ground in a heap a few paces away from her, her modern winter attire covered in a layer of powdered snow and one of her skis missing. The woman lifted her blue goggles from her face with a grunt.

"How was that?" Pharah asked, her cheeks lightly red from exertion.

"Fareeha...we are on a green slope.. How did you loose one of your skis?" Mercy peered off into the distance, looking for the missing item before kneeling down to gently help the Egyptian up from the snowy ground. Angela had agreed to instruct Pharah after the group had taken a vacation from duty. Realising that the woman had no idea how to ski, they had settled for solo lessons while the others had free reign to do whatever they wished. Angela had to admit she was learning quickly, even if she was terrified to go any higher than a blue run.

The soldier looked behind her as she dusted the ice crystals from her body, giving Mercy a curt nod in thanks and seeing the lost sports gear as it lay helplessly in the snow a few meters away from the pair. "It must have came off when I fell over. I tried to do the 'snowplough' stop, but something caught on my ski's and well...here I am." What Pharah had actually attempted to do was surprise the Swiss doctor while her attention was elsewhere, though that plan had evaporated the moment she tried to halt her momentum.

Angela smiled lightly. "Here you are... You took longer than I anticipated...so I may have decided to catch up on some sunbathing. I should have watched you, I apologise, I'm a terrible instructor."

The Egyptian chuckled, looking at the vista. "Do not worry, I would have likely done the same myself. I know I'm terrible at skiing...and I have to admit the view is pretty spectacular."

Mercy turned away too. "You're not a terrible skier Fareeha, it's not like you've actually done the sport before now. You're making good progress."

"...Thanks."

The two remained silent as they inspected the contrast of the snow and sun upon the village.

"You know, I think Switzerland is starting to grow on me..."