Not always Silent.

All Disney.

Sizing your foot hooked on the grips of gumboots receiving a drowning sensation in the lumps of the snow and 1/4 of your body sunk in, charging the energy to set it out in a normal way even though normal is none more than a simple n-o-r-m-a-l piece of words which is difficult to be resilience back.

'Hey!' said Cian, a certain mix-match of mud-dyed color hoodie leading a half-covered brown cookie eyes however, a smile on a light-skin-tone appeared wide enough, black trousers tugged inside a knee length boots with enclosed rich warmth.

'Very good to see you,' responded Resa, a pair of same milky trousers and a 'white snow' calligraphic logo printed on the black hoodie, carving a huge ball of snow, 'hello' Guinevere said, a slight flash of sun light penetrated on her forehead developing more-outer beauty, most in the form of the blue eyes and freckles of snowfall circulating inside.

'You look great,' he said, exploding another massive chunk of smile, 'I meant both of you,' he added in a nervous but self-confident tone, 'really,' Resa said, crawling beside Cian, 'anyway, thank you,' Guinevere answered, exchanging same facial looks.

'Come on, click some photos, Guiney, and number 1. Collecting a huge masterpiece of snowfall is your main goal for your blog,' whined Resa, 'call me, Guinevere not Guiney,' said Guinevere, melting her anger of so-called-nickname-guiney.

'Okay,' Resa apologized, rather liking the playground of small children building hard snow houses as shield from balls of snows, cute snow man of different sizes each representing family members, riding two-seat-sled parallel to each other leaving a trace, 'I'm out from your  time-wasting-chit-chat,' echoed Resa, one versus ten kids and being the MVP of the game.

'Do you remember, the thing we used to say as kids, the first thing we do as friends above age 13?' Cian probed, manifesting Guinevere to the nearest bench below the old leafless tree, 'no, I don't ' Guinevere said, cold sweats generated, 'then, about the secret behind the mountain game,' he said, relishing the childhood mini-games, 'not this one,' said Guinevere, demanding to answer the given questions, 'what about, Disney me and you, always, added Cian, fading the interest of smiling moment, 'sorry but no, I dont' ashamed of revealing her true-color, best friend before.

'What, not even one percent from a full hundred,' he said, 'yes' Guinevere quivered, collecting the views of nature. 'Okay, I understand you more than anyone actually' he said trembling, overambitious about the fact that Guinevere's image in the age of 15 us repelling from his friendly magnetic pull, 'both poles are either north or south' he wondered, 'you don't, the term evolve is functioning inside my brain, body and surroundings' said Guinevere, concluding the topic short. 'You win,' he said, sounding engrossed into studying Guinevere Everytime he got a chance.

A rigid pause of proximity, the only hearings of camera adjustments, the angles, a sudden flash flashes of lights from the camera and lighting the area for a second. A far few, launches of snow plummeting on the ground above the tree engraving some greens separating the identity of weak summer remains and higher-priority of snow in winter, thickening the snow layer.

'Do you want to be my friend?' Cian asked, smoothening the conversation.

'Of course,' Guinevere said, her smile amplified, 'but, in one condition,' she added.

'Name it,' he said, 'no nibbling on my brain at school,' she said in a confident voice.

'Deal, your wish granted, no nibbling on my brain at school,' he repeated, 'at school,' he wispered, 'no paws back and thank you,' his sarcastic chuckle grew, 'don't mention,' Guinevere said, editing the photo.

'That means, I can in other areas,' Cian gabbed, building a mountain of petrified snow man, 'sorry, can I just change it already,' she said, retrieving the inappropriate word, 'absolutely no' he said, flinging a galaxy of white balls.
'Stop, stop and stop,' she screamed, sectioning the wallpapers, the perfect story of snow day and defeat for her blog.

Numerous castle sculpted around Guinevere, manly snow man flexible in same color-coordinated scarf determining the presence of seven real lives dwarfs protecting from ancient magical witch and dragons and other sentient species, longing the wait for the very first kiss in the coffin after death.

Like the house elf provided no choice rather than serving them as commanded under the rules of step mother and sisters, balancing the trays alongside and one particularly on your head stable however the mini-achieve-goal to at least live in the cold-attic. Outcast an invitation letter from the palace, approaching a tiny liberty hope until the beautiful gown was in tatters, step sisters burning the gown into pieces and dancing on the ashes. However, fairy godmother can cast a 'Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!' over a pumpkin as a beautiful coach, animal friends, Gus, Jaq and two others as four proud white horses, a Coachman and a footman. Most soecial, a new gown and glass slippers. Searching the perfect fit for the missing slipper owner lately after fairy godmother said 'on the last stroke of twelve the spell will be broken,' and leaving behind the glass slipper along the way before the clock chime midnight and deprived the prince, which belonged to 'Cinderella' as any whose foot fitted the glass slipper would marry the prince and she lived happily ever after.

'Now, do you remember, the Disney me and you, always game,' Cian gestured by demonstrating the interpretation of every moves, 'no, I still don't,' Guinevere said, focusing madly in individual direction of the nature designed photographs, 'uploading the photo,' she winked at her masterpiece.

'Resilience, bounce back the normal 5-year-old Disney girl,' Cian surged his lips on her rose-pink cheeks, 'now, do you remember,' he chuckled, cementing the red-zone-temper in ice and water game.

'You tiny-little mosquito,' Guinevere clenched her teeth with great fury, falling into the society of olden memorable time.

'Once who-she-speeches-out-to-do-anything never lies!' Guinevere said, repeating the short dialogue of doneness, enough to impress Cian.

'You do remember,' Cian said, reclaiming the outcome of Disney play sets.

'Do I, I'll be leaving now,' she said, quirking an eyebrow high towards the compass of north.

'Bye!' he said, applauding himself from the bottom of his heart, and adding a big tick mark, simple but powerful achievement list in his life.

'Okay, bye!' she replied, lingering for only a minute and leaving behind a frigid footsteps on the thick-blanket snow.