His answer doesn't make sense. What has she asked for? What did she-- Is that snowman turning toward her?

"I didn't ask for anything!" She can't even look at him as she speaks. There's too many things to keep track of. People, snowmen, ice, the strange abundance of mistletoe. It feels like everyone's watching her, like she doesn't stand a chance without her full arsenal of weapons. Breathing is becoming difficult, but she needs to get out. Can she even run on the ice? So many things to consider - and to keep an eye out for along the way.