"Oh, hello, Mr. Ivan!" Avan smiles brightly, apparently unbothered by the cold. Not unaffected, his cheeks flushed as they are, but he knows the power of layering and his cloak is lined with fur.

"I'm making a snow dragon! It felt more appropriate than making a snowman. You can make one, too, if you want. There's plenty of snow to go around!" To say the least.