The cold air wasn't the best condition to sprint on fresh snow, but Louisa was laughing allowing more big gulps of freezing air to rush through her lungs causing a slight stabbing pain in the chest. Her legs were very hard to maneuver on a solid ground after two days in bed, let alone a snowy slippery one. She stumbled a few times, laughing more, but quickly got her balance back. Spike was easily gaining on her probably, he either didn't want to outrun her yet or was being nice by not humiliating her pathetic sporty skills.

Louisa continued to run and run, occasionally looking at her racer to see where he was and how red his face has gone, probably not as the red shade hers was like. Laughing was actually draining her oxygen storage even more and after only a minute and a half she dropped on her knees and then rolled to her back, feeling the fluffy COLD snow cushioning her body. The only cold part would be her head though, she was pretty protected everywhere else. She closed her eyes against the glamor of the sun against the snow on the trees and waited a bit to get her breath back. Then she looked sideways to see where Spike was.