Ariel is awed by the winter. She runs careful fingers over icicles, packs snow between her hands to hear it crunch, startles when freezing water drips down the back of her neck.
And, Anna promises silently, she will see it all. Learn to skate, and to make snow angels, and sled down slopes and fall off to go tumbling into soft drifts.
“Come on,” she says, holding out a hand. “There’s so much more to see!"
Ariel’s eyes light up, and she eagerly takes Anna’s hand. She waves to the woods with her hands, a question.
“Yes. All of it.”