[ Helios' eyes glow slightly as a small tornado erupts in front of them making those snowflakes spin and dance around them in a silent serenade. It's beautiful in how they sparkle and shine in the light though. He'll hold out his hand and catch a few flakes in his palm. They don't melt on contact like they would with a normal person and their body heat, but they stay lightly on his hand until his breath causes them to melt.

He looks over at Alice on his arm. Her hair, eyelashes and everything dotted with pure white dots of snow. He smiles at her before nodding. ] It is. Especially the morning after when everything is coated in white and there's icicles hanging from the trees and rooftops. Everything seems to be more...purer and softer after snow. It was always so beautiful back in Romania to wake up on Christmas Day to a blanket of snow outside. [ Fond memories with a slight distance in his voice as he talks about it. Helios blinks. ]

She doesn't? Ah, well, I can't blame her. It's not for everyone really.