Beth's not quite so practiced in the art of snowball-making, but she's got a lump of snow that feels like it'll hold together long enough to pelt somebody. They've been brought together by little more than proximity, but a glance between them is enough to make them compatriots. It might not be fair play to gang up on a couple children, but when the weapons are only balls of snow, she doesn't feel too bad.

"One...two..." She glances over at the other girl, grinning had enough to crack her face. "Three!"