Vanille never did well with snow — it's pretty temperate on Pulse year-round, so the puffy frozen substance falling from the sky was certainly a surprise. A mostly pleasant one. After being outside for so long, it finally sunk in. It's pretty darn cold. Skipping over to the nearest person — a girl in a brown coat with purple hued hair — she pokes her on the back.

"Need a little help?" She motions to pick up the head part, but then turns to the other girl. "In return.. you've gotta give me your scarf! Just for a bit!"