Knowing was half the battle, unfortunately with Cisco-knowing also meant overthinking. And overthinking in this case was bad. Very bad. The bastards kept forming around both of them. Cisco didn't waste any time when Noah cut a path out for him, he ran past the snowmen again to slid into the car. They hadn't done any real damage, but he was wet. An annoyed wet Cisco was a bad Cisco. He took a breath as he slammed the door shut on a snowman that crumbled to the ground as a result of both the force and the thought of melting marshmallows.
"Go!" They had stopped forming, but Cisco didn't really want to find that more of them had formed in their wake. He peered out the window at them as they hissed. "Jeeze, piss off one snowman and suddenly there's a whole camp." He grinned as he sat back in the car once he was satisfied that they weren't going to seep in through the windows or something.
"Well, I'm awake now." He grumbled a bit as he pushed some snow out of his hair. "Thanks, I owe you one." He was no athlete, without Noah he'd probably have suffocated in snow or something.