~Lake Tahoe Ski Resort, California~

River stares excitedly out her window, looking up at the snowy mountain with a smile. She has been snowboarding once and she wound up falling flat on her face. It was not fun. But now she is here again and this time she would not embarrass herself. Her parents pull the car to a park and River jumps out excitedly. 

“Remember, River,” her father says before she runs off. “Meet back at the cabin before it gets too dark. Got it? Your mother and I will be there.” River nods before taking off toward the slopes, gripping her snowboard that she grabbed off the top of the truck in one hand. As she runs, she watches her parents drive away, heading toward their cabin. She smiles, but she isn’t paying attention to where she is going. Suddenly, she feels a solid body hit hers and she stumbles backwards, looking wildly around at who she hit. Across from her is a white blond girl in a fur hat. She lets out a rush of air as she lands on the ground with a thump.

“Oof!” she says and looks at the girl. “I am so sorry! I was just excited to get on the slopes.” She stands up and dusts herself off, holding out her hand to the girl. “I’m River. River Anderson. And you are?”


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~Lake Tahoe Ski Resort, California~

Peter looks up at the tall mountain with a sigh. Being up here just reminds him off his parents and how they used to bring him up here sometimes. He hooks his arm around his snowboard and walks with clomping steps toward the slopes. He had hoped that it wouldn’t bring up memories and that he would hopefully be able to relax while he was up here for the few days he booked. It didn’t seem like it though. 

He began a slow walk toward the slopes, looking around at the white snow. He smiles as he scooped up a ball in his gloved hand before dropping it back down.  It was beautiful up here. He walks slowly toward the ski lift and sees, off in the distance, two girls, one blond and the other a red head, who seem like they are talking to each other. He smiles and looks at the ground. The blond reminds him of someone, but he doesn’t remember who. He shrugs and keeps walking.