Skye had never seen snow in person before but luckily, they were visiting her Grandma for a few days for the holiday season, who happened to live in a place where it snowed frequently. About four hours into their road trip, they had spotted small patches of snow on the ground and she had straightened up in her seat to get a better look. The snow by the side of the road had looked dirty and mushy and she had huffed in disappointment at the sight.

Now though, they were only a few minutes from Grandma's house and there was a thick sheet of snow covering every surface. It looked clean and fresh and fluffy and all Skye wanted to do was jump in it.

"It's so pretty here!" She shouted loudly, causing Natasha to wince and motion for her to lower her voice.

Trip threw an unimpressed glance out the window and shrugged.

She scrunched her nose up at him, "You don't like the snow?"

"It's cold and wet. I like that it doesn't snow at home," He said.

It got cold back home but it was never cold enough to snow, a fact that had left Skye longing for a white holiday her whole life.

She turned wide eyes to her sister and asked, "You like snow, right?"

"Of course I do, it's beautiful and fun to play in," Nattie assured her.

Her dad turned around in the passenger seat and gave her a serious look, "We're almost to your grandmother's but once we get there, you can't go play in the snow right away, okay? You aren't dressed for it, so just be patient."

"Okay," She mumbled, looking down at her jeans and sweater.

He gave her an unconvinced look but twisted back around.

She squirmed excitedly in her seat until they turned down a long gravel driveway. They were surrounded by a dense cluster of trees, bare and dead-looking, and then the trees gave away and all she could see was snow everywhere. Craning her neck, she saw a cute, cozy looking house sitting at the end of the driveway. It was painted pale tan and she saw the curtains behind one window fall back into place and moments later, her Grandma stepped outside and waited for them on her porch.

Everything was blanketed in crisp white snow and it was enchanting.

As soon as the car stopped, she unbuckled herself and flew out the door. The cold wind felt like walking into a brick wall and it immediately seemed to suck the air from her lungs. Her first instinct was to hop back into the car where she knew it was warm but when she pivoted on her feet, they quickly slid out from underneath her and she landed on her butt in the snow.

"Umph!"

Natasha poked her head out from the car, looked down at her, and busted out laughing.

Before she could say anything, strong arms lifted her up and brushed her off, "Are you okay baby?"

She wrapped her arms around her mom's leg, huddled close for warmth, and shot the ground a dirty look, "Yeah, I think so."

The sound of her sister laughing could still be heard, so she stomped her foot and said, "It's not funny Nattie!"

Her sister finally stopped laughing, stepped out of the car, and slipped on the same patch of ice she had.

"Woah!" Nattie shouted, swinging her arms around to maintain her balance. Lucky for her, she was able to stay on her feet, but she still looked silly so now it was Skye's turn to laugh.

"Now that everyone's on their feet, let's go say hello," Her mom said, putting a gentle hand on her back to guide her towards the house.

When she glanced up, she saw her Grandma waiting for them with her arms crossed sternly, but she could tell that she was also trying her best not to smile.

Overwhelmed with the prospect of being able to hug her Grandma, she smiled widely and impulsively lunged towards the house. This time when she lost her footing, her mom was there to steady her.

She was starting to get a little irritated at the snow that surrounded her. So far, her experience hadn't been as magical as she hoped it'd be.

After skidding across a patch of ice for the third time on their way to her Grandma's porch, she reached up and whined pathetically until her mom took pity on her and hoisted her up onto her hip.

"It's okay baby, after a while, you start to learn where and how to step when there's snow on the ground," Her mom comforted her.

After what felt like a lifetime, they made it to the front porch and Skye wiggled around until she was set down and immediately ran over to throw her arms tightly around her Grandma.

"I missed you so much!" She said, pressing her face into her Grandma's warm coat.

It only took a moment for warm hands to smooth down her hair, cradle her face, and urge her to look up at her, "I've missed you too, my Skye."

She smiled so widely her cheeks started to ache and then she hopped on her toes and said, "Did you see that? The snow makes the ground so slippery! I didn't know it did that!"

Her Grandma's lips twitched and she nodded, "I did see, are you alright?"

"I'm fine! The snow tried its best, but I won't let it take me down!"

Her Grandma gave her a nod of approval and Skye's stuck her chest out in pride and hovered close to her Grandma, even as the rest of her family came forward to give her hugs.

"Ready to go outside?" Her dad asked.

She poked her head out from underneath the blanket she was curled up in and shook her head, "It's cold out there Daddy."

"I know sweetheart, but if we dress appropriately, we should be fine." She gave him a dubious look and he grinned, "I promise. Don't you want to go have some fun? We could build a snowman or make some snow angels."

It had always been a dream of hers to build a snowman. Everyone in the movies always made the activity seem like so much fun and she had felt like she had been missing out her whole life, but now that her chance was here, she wasn't sure if she was meant for the snow.

"C'mon, we'll get you all bundled up and cozy and then we'll have some fun," Her dad said, slowly pulling the blanket off of her until she whined, hopped up, and let her dad lead her towards the front door where all of their snow gear had been piled up.

Her dad knelt down in front of her and asked, "Ready?"

She peeked out the window to where her siblings and mom were throwing snowballs at each other. They were smiling and shouting excitedly and she had to admit, she kind of felt like she was missing out. So she turned to her dad, nodded seriously, and said, "Let's do this."

It took fifteen minutes for the two of them to get her suited up. By the time they were done, she had somehow managed to stuff her feet into two pairs of fuzzy socks and her snow boots, she had on her sweater, a jacket, and a coat, she had giant waterproof mittens on, and the only exposed part of her face were her eyes due to her scarf and beanie.

She reached for the door but when she went to twist the knob, she paused, turned around, and gave her dad a guilty look.

He raised an eyebrow, "What's the look for?"

"I… have to go potty."

"Skye! Why didn't you say anything earlier?"

She dug the toe of her boot into the ground, "I didn't have to go earlier."

"Okay, let's get you out of that gear then," He sighed.

Another fifteen minutes later and she was in the same spot, except this time, she actually made it through the front door.

The cold air made her eyes start to water a bit but other than that, she still felt pleasantly warm. All of her layers meant that her range of mobility was severely impeded, so with her dad's help, she waddled her way down the front porch and towards her family.

She was three steps away from her mom when a freezing cold projectile smacked her in the shoulder. Crying out in surprise, she looked up to find her brother giving her a guilty look.

"I'm sorry kiddo, that wasn't supposed to hit you," Trip apologized.

Crouching down as best as her clothing would let her, she scooped up some snow, tried to pack it into a ball, and threw it at her brother while yelling, "This means war!"

Her snowball basically flew apart as soon as it left her hand, but it still sprinkled Trip with snow, so she counted it as a win. The rest of her family let out similar war cries and then snowballs were flying everywhere.

Her snowballs kept flying apart every time she threw one, no matter how hard she tried to keep it together, so pretty soon she resorted to just throwing handfuls of snow at her brother's head.

Somehow, she managed to push Trip off balance and he fell down onto his back. She climbed on top of him, grabbed a handful of snow, and held it menacingly above his face, "Say that I won!"

"Never!" He shouted dramatically and pretended to struggle even though she knew he was more than capable of lifting her up.

Giggling, she smooshed the snow onto his forehead, "Say it!"

"Fine, you win!" He said, reaching up to wipe the snow from his eyes.

She cheered in victory until she was cut off by Trip nudging her off of him until she was sprawled out on the snow beside him.

Her clothes kept her warm enough so that lying on the snow didn't make her cold, so she stayed where she was and stared up at the light gray sky, admiring the tiny snowflakes drifting down towards her.

Someone collapsed next to her and she glanced over to see Nattie smiling at her. There were snowflakes on her eyelashes and her fiery red hair, her cheeks were flushed pink from the cold, and she was glowing with happiness.

"Let's make snow angels," Nattie suggested.

"Yeah!"

She moved her arms and legs carefully, wanting to make the most perfect snow angel ever. When she stopped moving, she looked over to her sister and asked, "How do we get up without ruining it?"

"We'll need help," Nattie said simply, before shouting, "Mom! Dad!"

Footsteps approached and then her parents were leaning over her. She reached up and made grabby hands, "Help please?"

"In a moment," Her mom said, reaching into her pocket to pull out her phone before pulling off a glove and taking a few pictures of them.

After posing, she wiggled her fingers until her mom picked her up while her dad hoisted up Nattie and then Trip. Once she was set down, she turned to admire her snow angel.

It was small but looked just like how the ones in the movies did, which made her smile.

"I love it," she whispered to herself.

"It looks perfect, are you sure you've never made one before?" Her mom asked.

The compliment made her smile widen and she hastily shook her head, "I'm sure!"

"Hey, let's make a snowman," Nattie suggested.

Trip perked up and nodded, "Yeah! Let's see who can make the biggest one."

"Not everything has to be a competition, you two," Her dad said, shaking his head in fake exasperation. "Besides, Skye's never built one before. Why don't we all make one together?"

Her siblings acquiesced and then everyone seemed to get started on their own unspoken tasks as Skye bounced around in excitement. Her mom crouched down and started packing some snow into a ball, "Let's make the head. We just have to roll the snow into a ball."

Skye eyed the snow in concern, "Like a snowball? I wasn't very good at making those…"

"I'll help, don't worry," Her mom said comfortingly.

After nodding in determination, they got to work. Her mom put her hands over hers and helped her roll the snow into a snowball that actually stuck together, and then they both pushed the snowball so that it slowly started growing bigger and bigger.

Her fingers and toes were starting to go slightly numb by they time they were done building the head but it was totally worth it.

"Now we have to assemble everything," Her mom said.

She anxiously watched as her family slowly picked up the small and medium-sized snowballs and stacked them on top of each other. The whole time she was waiting for the snowman to fall apart but by some small miracle, their creation stayed in one piece.

It was actually starting to look like a real snowman, all they needed were its features.

"I'll go see if Grandma has a carrot for the nose!" She shouted before running back towards the house, being careful to avoid the patches of ice so that she didn't slip.

When she bursted through the door, she found Grandma sitting at the dining room table, sipping tea and reading a book. The warm air made her start to feel stuffy, especially with all of her layers still on, but she ignored that, ran up to her Grandma, and asked, "Do you have a carrot? We're building a snowman!"

"There might be some carrots in the refrigerator," Her Grandma said before getting up and disappearing down the hallway, much to Skye's bewilderment.

Shrugging, she started rummaging through the fridge until she managed to find a bundle of carrots. She carefully looked through them and she picked the perfect carrot before straightening up and closing the fridge door.

She jumped in surprise when she found Grandma standing right next to her, and idly wondered how she managed to move so quietly.

"Here, I thought you could use some accessories," Her Grandma said, holding out a handful of items.

She smiled happily as she looked through them to find a scarf, a Santa hat, and some buttons. She managed to hold everything in one hand so that she could wrap her other hand around her Grandma and squeeze her into a tight hug, "Thank you!"

And then she was zooming out the door, barely managing to shut it without slamming it, and making her way back to the snowman. In the time that she had been gone, her family had managed to find some sticks for the arms.

"I got everything!" She announced.

Nattie took the buttons from her while Trip grabbed the Santa hat, and she watched as they both quickly placed them on their snowman.

She clutched the carrot and scarf, wanting to do those things herself.

Their snowman was pretty big, at least a foot taller than she was, so she tugged on her dad's sleeve, "I can't reach."

He picked her up and held her out so that she could reach the snowman's head. She very, very, carefully shoved the carrot underneath the eyes, until it looked like the snowman actually had a face.

Then, she wrapped the scarf around the snowman's neck and tied it in a loose knot. Once she was done, her dad set her down and she took a step back to admire their work.

Their snowman was leaning slightly to one side, and the head was a lot smaller than the rest of its body, but it was perfect. It was everything she ever imagined it could be and more.

"I love it! I love it so much!" She yelled, hopping in place and wiggling around in happiness.

Her family laughed and her sister asked, "What's its name?"

Tilting her head in consideration, she thought it over for a few long moments and then confidently said, "Her name is Ava McFlurry."

"Like the ice cream from McDonalds?"

"Yep."

Her brother shrugged, "Well, it was fun making you Ava McFlurry."

She agreed and they admired their creation until a particularly strong gust of wind caused her teeth to start chattering, which her mom immediately noticed and suggested that they started to head back inside to warm up for a bit.

"I don't wanna go inside yet," She whined. Immediately after she said that, she started shivering at her mom just raised an eyebrow until Skye sighed dramatically and started following her siblings back inside.

"Can we come back outside later?" She asked. There was still so many things that she wanted to try out, like sledding and making a snow fort, and they were only visiting Grandma for a couple of days.

"Of course baby, we just can't stay outside for too long at one time. We aren't used to this cold weather."

Even though she knew her mom was right and she had lost feeling in her fingertips, she was still sad to be going back inside. But, when they all stumbled into the house and removed all of their layers, her mood lifted when she saw that Grandma was waiting for them with mugs of hot chocolate in hand.