“Do you wannnaaaa build a snowman, come on let’s go and play!!” Young (probably 5 or 6 years old) Carsyn sung aloud, probably off-key, as she plopped down on her sister’s bed. They’d just had a muggle family movie night, watching the classic century-old film and Carsyn couldn’t get the lyrics out of her head.

“Syn, please, go back to bed,” Carys groaned throwing one of her pillows at her sister. “There isn’t even snow yet.”

Carsyn shook her head and threw the pillow back. “That’s where you’re wrong. I asked dad and he said there was magic that could help in creating fake snow. So come on!! Please! We can build something else. Maybe snow twins! Or uh … an igloo or snow fort? I won’t stop until you say yes!!” She was relentless and Carys knew it.