The worst thing about blizzards had to be cleaning up after them. It had to be done, of course, to ensure her cottage wouldn't collapse from the weight of the snow on it and that she would be able to get out of the cottage as needed, but that didn't make Freita enjoy it.
Well, okay, every time she came outside to do it, she did usually spend a few moments simply admiring the picture it made. The peaked roof, covered in snow, icicles all around the eaves... It was stunningly beautiful, ...