Tonight, hundreds of thousands of snowflakes are floating above a cute village. Among these snowflakes there’s one the size of a small pot plant. It’s twirling and spinning like a beautiful ballet dancer. This snowflake’s name is Lola. She has just been joined by her rich green fairy friend named Fairy. “Lola, I’m sorry to disturb you right before sleep... But I had to come see you. The wedding date has been moved. We must have it in one week’s time. Do you think the dress will be ready?” “One week? Sure thing,” says Lola. “I’ll work on it during the (yawn) weekend. You have nothing to worry about.” “Oh Lola, you’re the best! Thank you! Here, let me take you to the ground—you’re tired—I can take you there in a few minutes.” Fairy takes Lola in her arms to flies towards the village. But something isn’t right. The wind is becoming stronger and colder. Fairy is trying her best to fly straight, but the wind is pushing her to the left and to the right. The little green light is struggling against the wind. A storm is coming.