The first thing that crossed her mind was: It's too early for this. The second thing that crossed her mind was: it's too late for this. The third thing that crossed her mind was: where is Heero during this anyways?

Looking out the window all Relena could see was snow. Look to the left: snow, to the right: more snow, look down, apocalyptic amounts of snow. Look up? no thanks, too much risk of more snow. It was entirely too much snow to think about before coffee, and after coffee, or just ever for that matter.  Why was this so late in the year, and why didn't she have enough warning? There were important measures that needed to be taken for such events like securing warm-coffee supplies.

All she could manage at the moment was look out at the overwhelming sea of white. Then something caught her attention, she looked at it, blinked, pinched herself, blinked again, and still had trouble understanding what was going on.  Heero was outside, running, in the snow, shirtless.

If only she had some coffee, maybe being snowed in wouldn't be so bad after all.