A/N: I wrote this last November or so, it was my first Metalocalypse drabble-thing. Although I swore to myself I'd never post it, I felt like posting something happy. I hope you enjoy it anyway!

Toki never particularly liked snow while growing up. It was always around in Norway, and always bitterly cold. Once he'd left Norway, though, and the snow only came around sometimes and was nowhere near as cold, he had grown to like it. One day, about two years after he'd joined the band, he had fallen asleep in front of a window, and when he woke up he found the ground he had been staring at had been dusted with white.

"Oh wowee!" he exclaimed, sitting up and watching the flakes drift lazily towards the earth. He stood up and walked quickly towards the door outside, rushing out to play in the snow. He shook bushes and tree branches, causing snow to fall and birds to fly.

Pickles had seen Toki hurrying towards the doors outside. Looking out a window, he noticed the snow, and an evil plan began to form. Pulling on a jacket, he began quietly sneaking outside. Just as he got to the door, it flew open, and his vision went white as an armful of snow was flung in his face. "AH, BITCH."

"I getted you good, Pickle!" Toki yelled through his laughter, his English not quite there yet. Brushing the white dust off him, Pickles growled, though he smirked too.

"Git yer ass back out there!" he said, grabbing Toki's shirt. He dragged him over to a pile of snow and tossed him in. Toki went down laughing, and threw some of the snow back up at Pickles. They continued their little snow war until they were both lying on the ground laughing. Pickles' nose was bright red with cold, but his jacket kept his body warm. They sat up and Pickles ruffled Toki's hair, loosing all the snow on it which drifted down to the ground. "Hey, I gat an idea Toki," Pickles said with a smirk.

A few minutes later they were tiptoeing down the halls of Mordhaus, arms full of snowballs. "Okay so you getting Murderface, I getting Skwisgaar?" Pickles nodded.

"Yeah, an' we both get Nat'n if he's dere." They quietly waited at a corner. "On th' count a' three... one... two... three!" They jumped out and began flinging snowballs. The frozen balls were met with yells, "whats de fucks"es, "schon of a bitsch"es and "oh what the FUCK"s. The three now covered-in-snow band members turned and glared at Toki and Pickles, who were laughing hysterically. They all got up and started towards them, and they immediately turned tail and ran, high-fiving each other as they went.