The snow fell, tiny icicles dancing from the sky to collect in soft drifts that the other children ran through and fell into and scooped up, as though there was nothing to it, as though it didn't freeze you to the bone the moment you left the warmth of the house. Saskia watched on, desperate to join the fun, held back by the knowledge she'd end up with numb fingers and a frozen nose and stinging ears. Being a water spirit was no fun when you were frozen solid.
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