*leads her out to the lake, dressing her in a beautiful gown, the hem appearing to float just above the ground, the bottom of her shoes, seem to mold into the blades. His own attire, a tuxedo, perfectly tailored to compliment her dress, his shoes forming blades of their own, as he takes her hand, embraces her back, and begins his dance along the frozen lake. He snaps his fingers and a light snowfall begins to perform it's own dance in a gentle breeze*