She had always loved the snow how it covered everything in softness and dusted the trees like powdered sugar on her favorite spice cakes
Freya usually knew when the snow was coming First the air grew cold Frost covered grass and crunched under her feet Her breath rose like smoke above her the
But the snow hadn't come to Freya's town for a long time For the past two winters the air hadn't changed The grass stayed wet with dew and her breath remained invisible Freya's memories of the snow were beginning to fade She longed to see it again to run and jump in it and pack it in her hands
