White clouds covered the sun as the weather altered from its previous sunny glare. The heat around the town had lessened further and a cool breeze flooded into the streets. A few minutes later, small snow flakes had begun to fall from the cloudy sky one by one. They were slow and deliberate, having a gentle impact on the town. On the streets, people pulled on their hats and tightened their scarves for the oncoming colder climate.

A woman in a white kimono padded down the street in silence. Her presence was mysterious and slightly ominous, but she made no malicious actions. It was as if she was floating... Her snow-coloured outfit fluttered behind her in the breeze, making her look almost regal. Her skin was paler than ice and her eyes brighter than the blue sky. If one were to inspect her closely, they would recognise her as a Yuki Onna. A Snow Woman.

The woman was cold. In more ways than one. Though it wasn't her fault. Snow Women were known for their icy demeanor and frosty tempers. She was not cruel for the sake of being cruel, it was just her personality. Raised in the ice. Taught by the ice. One eventually became one with the ice. A few civilians watched as she walked down the street, entranced by her enigmatic persona. Some of them even shivered as she passed them, clearly affected by her cold radiation.

The woman paid them no mind she went about her business. A pale hand reached into her kimono to grasp at a pocket watch. Blue eyes flitted to the time-keeping object with scrutiny, before lessening their glare in slight satisfaction. She was never late. Not once. The Snow Woman was impeccable with her timing. She arrived to work at the same time every day. Punctually. The cold woman wasn't one for stumbling about in the morning. She rarely slept anyways.

Approaching a small kiosk in the middle of a quaint looking park, the 'closed' sign was flipped to 'open'. She knew that it wasn't the best time of year for iced treats, yet she had to open shop either way. The Snow Woman had no other trades besides creating ice into something people would want to purchase. She supposed she could always volunteer in the fire brigade if she wanted to. However, being close to a lot of fires is bad for her skin. Pity.

The Snow Woman took a second to breathe in the scents of cold nature. The dew on the grass was cool and fresh. A few autumn flowers had bloomed in the colder climate. The breeze was crisp and relaxing to inhale. White snowflakes had fallen gracefully from the sky, prompting some younger children to play in cold haze. A small, frozen smile spread across the woman's white lips. It brought her a small sense of satisfaction to see humans and mythics alike enjoying her creation. A number of people would not be so thrilled to see the frozen droplets of water fall from the clouds.

A few of the park's creatures such as birds and colourful insects had gone into hiding at the first sight of snow. These creatures were warm blooded and had no place in their hearts for a little snow. Truthfully, the Yuki Onna hated animals, save for a select few. The animals she would've chosen were cold blooded or lived in cold temperatures. Her favourite animal was a beautiful snow bird which only lived in the region she hailed from. A small constriction wormed it's way into her chest, but the cold woman had no knowledge of what it meant.

Her reverie was broken once a few people approached her stand and asked for some of her delicacies. The Snow Woman opened the few tubs that were sitting closed in slots at the kiosk. In them where various different flavours of ice cream she had created the night beforehand. They had been kept frozen by a magical seal she had placed on the slots the ice cream tubs sat in. Any tubs of ice cream of sorbet placed in the slots would stay frozen.

Several of the customers asked for her special which was currently a mango and peach sorbet pop. They sold very quickly and she credited it to her mother's recipe that was famous around her clan. The day moved quite slowly for the Snow Woman, but she gained a steady flow of money throughout each day, so it was normal for her. When her customers left with their treats, she sat back in her kiosk. Her icy eyes took in the small park, not seeing anyone of interest.