Kazimir woke up in the middle of his dorm, looked over at the old wooden alarm clock, and made out the numbers 9:09. He got up out of his bed, and immediately looked out the window. In the courtyard, there was a small pond, and it glistened in the sun. It made perfect sense, the pond had frozen the night before. Knowing that his hockey team would hold a team skate at the arena later that day, he got up, snatched his CCM Jetspeeds from the chair that he was drying them on, and headed out to the middle of the white courtyard to warm up.
Once Kazimir had reached the pond, he swiped the glistening snow off of the bench beside him, and sat down. He reached down and yanked off his shoes, tossing them aside. If it was up to him, he would only wear ice skates. He put on the ice skates, laced them tight, and bounded onto the ice. However, behind him, he heard someone crunching through the snow at a slightly faster pace than most people. He muttered to himself, "Kdo to může být?" spun around, and looked straight at the figure behind him. "Hello."

Winter awoke to bright light. Too bright. She didn't want to open her eyes, so she rolled over, entangling herself even more in her already knotted blankets, and smushed her face down into her pillow hard. She let out a loud groan and, pillow still pressed to face, flopped her way out of bed. It was darker down here on the ground. She really wanted to get a thick, heavy curtain to keep from having to deal with this every time she woke up late, but she couldn't find any that fit the feel of her room... maybe she'd just have to make her own. Her eyes adjusted to the light as she went off on a thought-tangent, so that by the time it was done she could look outside and see why on earth it was so dang bright.
It had snowed.
There was light reflecting from every little crystal right in through her window, and it was bright, but all annoyance melted away from Winter's mind. Snow meant fun, and the frozen pond in the courtyard meant skating. One of the only winter-cold activities she actually enjoyed. Not to mention, she could model her favorite scarf. She reached under her bed to grab her skates and threw her pajamas onto the bed. She could fold them later. She grabbed a pair of tight, faded jeans from her dresser and squeezed into them, next pulling a copper sweater laced with gold thread over her head, and finally topping the outfit with a thick-knit, chunky, white infinity scarf that she tucked the end of her hair under. She jammed her feet into a pair of boots and ran down the hallway to get outside as quickly as she could.
When she made her way to the pond, skates in hand, she noticed that she was not alone. A boy was pulling on skates, and she came to a dead halt behind him. Well, the ice might get a little more scratched up, but maybe she could have some fun with him. She plopped down right next to him and began putting on her own skates, hearing him mutter something in a language she didn't understand, before addressing her with a greeting in accented english. "Hey, there!" She responded warmly. "So, you like to skate?"

Kazimir has just started skating in the little pond when the girl came up and sat down on the bench that Kazimir had fiercefully forced ice and snow off of. The girl greeted him, and then asked if he like to skate. He looked at the girl, kind of cocking his head, and smiling, "I wonder, do I like to skate? I play hockey for a team near here. I play defenseman. I have to know how to skate well. Do you like to skate?" Kazimir bolted backwards onto the ice, skated in circles around the perimeter of the pond, and did a twirl, and then turned back to the girl. "My name is Kazimir Sundqvist. I am a hockey player from the Czech Republic. Who are you?" (remember Kaz's English is patchy and filled with Czech accent.)

Winter cocked her head at the boy's somewhat quizzical answer. Well, at least he had gotten his point across. She figured English wasn't his his first language, so she decided to cut him some slack. He liked to skate, and he liked hockey. She could have some fun with this. She finished lacing her skates and stood up, addressing her question towards her. "I love skating." She stepped out on to the ice and glided forward for a few seconds before slipping and landing flat on her butt. "although, I'm not very good at it." which was a lie, but it would take him a few minutes to figure that out. She'd been skating since she was young, and she was rather good at it, if she said so herself. Summer had always teased her about her passion because it was actually living up to her name for once, but that was part of why she liked it. Had to keep things mixed up.

The girl slipped her skates on, stepped onto the ice, and immediately slipped and fell. However, she said she loved skating, so Kazimir knew that he would finally have someone to skate with during the winter. He looked down at her, and said, "That is okay. Let me help you up." He put his hand down toward her, his dark hair coming down in front of his face. Against the sun, he looked like a silhouette. The girl's accent was a heavy English, and it was hard for Kazimir to follow. Once again, he asked, "What is your name?"

Winter smiled, some ringlets of hair slipping loose and falling into her face as she accepted his hand and pulled herself up. She would act wobbly for a couple minutes still, and then show off her real skill with just a dash of her magic to make it even more mesmerizing. She noticed the boy ask her name again and she looked him dead in the eye as she gave her answer. "Winter Green. Yes, like the gum. No, I don't actually like wintergreen gum that much. I prefer spearmint. And you said your name was... Kazimir? Nice to meet you." She let go of his hand and glided shakily to the edge of the pond. "You said you like hockey. What's your opinion on figure skating?" She ran a short plan for what she would do through her head, putting together spins and movement with alterations of mood and appearance. Usually she skated to music that she had on her phone, but she'd left it upstairs in her haste, figuring she could get the same fun out of it on her own without any sound in her ears. Now it would be a little strange to showcase her talent to someone else with only the beat in her own head, but she was sure she could manage.

Kazimir helped the girl up, and she finally gave the answer to his question. Winter Green was her name, and shortly after she commented on his hockey passion and asked his opinion on figure skating. Kazimir thought for a minute, slightly lifted one leg one after another to take the pressure off of his feet. Then, in a strong tone, he said, "Figure skating is a beautiful sport. It takes a lot of skill, and a lot of precision. You also have to skate well." Considering she was skating, kind of, maybe she'd play hockey with him sometime. The pond was going to be frozen for a few more days. "How about I get you one of my sticks, and we can play hockey out here?"

Winter tilted her head at the boy as he proposed a hockey game. It wasn't exactly her strongest set of skill on the ice, but she was limber and athletic enough that she could probably hold her own. And he hadn't said she couldn't use distracting tactics to make it easier for her to score a goal. "You're on!" she announced gleefully, sticking out a hand for the boy, Kazimír, to shake. She wasn't wearing hockey skates, either, but that was no biggie.
She began to circle around the ice, adding a little more skill to her skating as she slowly built up to what she hoped might be a dazzling finale. "Should we make a bet for the loser to have to fulfill? Some sort of forfeit, just to add some fun."

Winter had told him that she was down for a hockey game, and then added the bet statement. Kazimir, who was already about to walk back to his dorm and get two sticks, whipped around and said, "Sure. How about the loser has to break the ice and fall through it." After that, Kazimir went back to the bench, took off his skates, and ran back to his dorm. He grabbed a goal and two sticks, then ran back down, tapping his foot while in the elevator. He sprinted back to the pond, and put his skates back on, then put the goal down, and threw two hockey sticks down on the ground. They were CCM Ribcor Triggers, so they were pretty expensive. He doubted that they would break, they were pretty tough sticks. He looked back at Winter, and said, "Well, let's go."

Winter nodded at his proposal for a forfeit. "Sounds perfect." she'd probably be the one to lose and have to go in the water, but she didn't care. All in good fun. She watched as Kazimír walked away, presumably to grab sticks, and then began to skate around the edges of the pond, starting out slow and simple and then bringing in a quick step sequence, ending it off with a double axel spin. Hmm, maybe she'd try for a quadruple while he was gone... it had been a while since she'd done one successfully, but she could still try. She gathered a bit more speed, doing a spin while still in contact with the ice, then kicked off and jumped, turning as she went. One, two, three, fou-
She hit the ground again too soon and stumbled as she did, losing her balance for a moment but managing to recover it before all four limbs went down. She turned back around, breathing somewhat heavily, and saw Kazimír standing there. She grinned. "Ready for hockey?"

The girl asked him if he was ready for hockey, and he flatly responded with a, "Yes." He dropped the puck on the ground, motion to Winter that she was playing defense, and he drove down the ice, with a deke here and a deke there, and when he got to Winter, poked the puck through her legs, winded his stick up and over her, and found himself with the puck and the goal. He snapped a wrist shot up and hit the post with a loud riiiiiiiing, and the puck floated down, rolling into the back of the goal. He took the puck out of the net, passed it to Winter, and said, "Try to beat that."