The snow is mostly melted now, but the bottom half of Satoshi's snowman-in-progress has survived the night once again. The young boy tugs on his boots and wades through slush to continue adding ever more onto the round ball of snow and ice which is supposed to be the head were he only able to lift it. Instead, he sticks to shaping the features just right, having stolen a carrot from the kitchens a while ago. Nobody else in the house is awake at this hour - though usually he'd see Asuka sneaking back in after a night out somewhere he isn't allowed to know - so he gets full run of the place without any admonishment. A little piece of freedom that he savors.