Ava could agree with getting some warmer clothes on. It was rather cold outside after all and already the tip of her nose and cheeks were red from frost bite. So, she followed her father into the warm house where she was handed some of her mother's clothes where she was told to change. Once her father had left, dragging Blizzard along with him, she quickly got changed. Since she was still shorter and a little bit slighter(though that was really unnoticeable since her mother was still with skinny compared to Vikings) than her mother, the clothes were just a little bit loose on her, but would work. 

When she was dressed, she looked at herself in a mirror that was int he room and laughed at her shoulder length hair as it was standing up on end. That wasn't very unusual for her as her hair tended to do that a lot, much like she noticed her father's did.

Flattening it down the best she could with her hands, she walked outside where the others were and smiled, hoping onto Blizzard's back. It was still a little clumsy, but she was getting better and much faster at it. She smiled and scratched behind his ears, looking at her father and grandmother, "Are you two going to fly with us?"