[It is very much impossible to get out, but she cannot stop grinning or giggling, her cheeks hurting both from the cold snow and her smile. Somehow, falling into the snow with him has lifted her mood. Who would have thought?]

I think we have been in worse messes before. Though this snow is proving to be as formidable an enemy as those behemoths we used to hunt...

[She waves off the people that have come over to check on them at first so that she can stubbornly try to get up on her own, only to fall further in, her skis hitting and getting tangled in each other again. Yes, they might actually need the help—]