[Enne had just gotten herself all put back together when she gets a shove from someone. back down into the snow she goes, and she bites the side of her mouth to keep from muttering more curses while there's someone to actually hear her.

she looks up at Noel, looking cross with him before making a push to get back to her feet. if nothing else, she's figuring out how to do that...as sad as it sounds.]

I don't think you're any better than the snowmen if you think pushing someone down is safer than a snowball.

[she bends over to dodge a snowball as she wipes off snow from her outfit. pieces of hair is even starting to come out from the bun that the cap is covering, brown at the ends with bright blonde at the ends.

I'll give them trouble all right, and you too. she thinks crossly, as she clumsily and jerkily makes a snowball of her own.]

Do you think that'd be the best way to get them to stop?

[now that she's composed herself, she's just going to change the subject.]