Hawke was the oldest of three, and both of her siblings were slightly (mostly) more responsible than she was. She tried to be an overprotective big sister in her own way, but usually failed at it. Devastatingly so, in one case. It was obvious she was all about the fun too, because the moment he gave up, she stopped. She shined a smile at him, winking. "You're bloody right you do." She wasn't a sore winner. She got to her feet and offered him a hand up. She looked a fright now, dark hair loose and partly threaded with snow, nose and cheeks pink, but the glimmer of humor in her eyes was there.

"I would chastise you for throwing snowballs at people you don't know well, but it's absolutely what I would be doing." She was born a troll and she died a troll. And was born again, sort of! "Another idea is figuring out where people live, standing on top of their houses, and just pushing the snow off the top onto their heads when they walk out." Hawke snickered. "Only the people we know, probably. Someone might get territorial otherwise."