As she smashed together yet another snowball, LouAnn happened to glance down at her fingers. Were they...blue, or was that just her imagination? Okay, so maybe after this snowball throw, she should let the professor know that she was in danger of really becoming a human popsicle. It was so not her fault either! Should she be blamed for all of her winter wear being MIA at the moment? Of course not! It was probably all jammed inside her trunk, though, come to think about it.

Ready to get another snowball throw over with, LouAnn dashed to the skies, looking for a victim---someone, anyone! She just really wanted to get this ball of snow out of her hand. On the spur of the moment, LouAnn tossed her snowball straight up into the air. There. Now it could land on whomever it pleased, right? With a worried expression on her face, LouAnn hovered in mid-air...

...and a few seconds later, her very own snowball sloshed right on top of her head.

Go frazzling figure.