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Odin had always loved winter. He enjoyed the cold weather and chance of snow. It was calming to him. He thought he couldn't love the season more. That being until he spent that first winter with Ava.

He loved how they could just sit close to each other in peace and quiet, perfectly content. Curled up together on a pile of pillows and blankets or inside a fort. But they never needed to actually cover up. After all, it was quite easy to stay warm with your own personal sun sitting next to you. Ava would read or just lie there daydreaming and then suddenly move a little closer to him with a nearly invisible smile painted on her face. He always saw it however. He'd learned quick to see that small twitch of the corners of her lips. He'd pull her in tight or lean down and kiss her forehead or nose. She'd blush a bit then lean up and peck his cheek. Well most of the time, if she didn't accidentally hit herself on his chin or miss. It was a pleasant change in contrast to their usually exciting and fast-paced lifestyle. Even if the world outside was insane and ever-changing, they could at least find solace in each other.

Of course then there was the "hot chocolate incident" in which a seemingly harmless jab at Ava got a little too heated for his liking.  He’d been craving some homemade, sweet hot chocolate for a long time, and he was ecstatic when the opportunity came to taste its deliciousness. He made it and stuffed it nearly to the brim with marshmallows, as one should but  waited for it to cool significantly, just for the punchline. With a quick smirk to get it out of his system, he went to find Ava, doodling away in his sketchbook. He squatted down and held out the cold liquid to her and asked her to heat it up for him. It earned him a quick, sharp punch in the side, which he pretended didn't phase him at all. He continued and offered it to her again, "N-no really, c-can you?"

She flashed him her pearly whites and reached for the cup, "Fine." Her voice came out in a strained tone, a clear sign for win on his part. He gazed, a bit mesmerized as her hands glowed with heat and then proceeded to return to their normal state. "Here you go!" He didn’t notice how she sounded much more chipper than before. He was damn close to simply succoming to a fit of laughter, but managed to withhold. He thanked her politely and returned to drinking his hot chocolate. Or well, attempting to.

He tried to swallow what felt like boiling lava, the hot liquid burning his tongue as he swallowed it down. No way he would let her win this. He simply nodded a few times in an attempt to say, “it’s good.” He began to walk away, trying to keep his victory, but not before Ava could chime in with a, "Something wrong there?"

He withheld a wince, shaking his head no in response. He had to admit she was too good at this, and he wasn’t sure whether he liked it or not. She cackled and started to doodle a little Odin with a burned tongue, "Okay then, you dork." He could feel the burning sense of defeat begin to set in very quickly.

However, it was a simple snowball fight that really changed his views of his love for winter and its weather. Maggie had been explaining to Gil the wonders of making a snowball, forming a good sized one in her hands as they spoke. Now, to fully express the function of the snowball, she decided to chuck it at the back of an unsuspecting Odin.

Her aim ended up being a bit lower and to the left however and her snowball made it's home on the back of Ava’s head. Maggie snapped into a fit of laughter, but was cut short as a return fire hit her square in her chest. She looked down to the remains of two snowballs and the bits of snow they left on her coat. Odin and Ava shared a high five, proud of their brilliant attack as they watched Maggie clean the snow with a scoff. She leaned down and formed two quick snowballs, planting one in Gil’s hands, telling him to follow her lead and pelts her snowball at Odin this time.

An all out war had begun.

The two plopped down and began forming more snowballs, gathering up a small pile of them each before continuing their assault on the other two. Gil held himself as reluctant to join, not fully understanding the appeal in the game. That was quick to end as a flurry of snowballs was thrown at him, Maggie’s persuasion to join becoming much more effective.  

Odin began to line up another shot as he felt a cold smack on his side and heard Ava attempting to suppress a giggle. He couldn't believe she’d taken the war to an every man for himself situation in a matter of seconds. He threw one quick back at her, which she ducked underneath and then rushed away to make a sort of snow blockade for protection. Everyone following in suit to make their own blockades.

But what it was that really got to him was that Ava hadn't realized that she had been lighting up like a firefly until it became too late. She effectively threw what equated into a slush back at one of them, He can't quite remember who. She'd tried throwing more but they all fell the same and she had to take a small break to cool down until she could throw solid snowballs again.