"Jack Frost...nipping at your nose, cute," she said, grinning. "My name's Enigma. Were your parents hippies? And you shouldn't let yourself be overshadowed, you should shine on your own." she said, reaching out a hand for the flakes of snow falling from a roof. "Like snow, it's beautiful and perfect and it demands it's own attention, even as the sun and rain try to destroy it." She flicked a few of the flakes him at him, grinning.