"Snow." she simply said. "I will be Snow." she wasn't certain why, it was pretty much the first word that popped in her mind.
She was rather fond of snow itself, she enjoyed how brighter any color seemed when surrounded by snow. On snowy days she used to watch the people walking on the street, from the big library window on the second floor in her house in London, and enjoyed seeing anyone dressed in red, or orange or other bright colors. She was rather pale and she could easily match the snow if it wasn't for her overall dark hair.