Something cold interrupted his sad little game and inner monologue. Something icy had drenched his red hair and sent shivers down the back of his neck to his spine. He hadn't even seen it coming. He knew he should have, and that's the part that got to him. Fred did not like anyone else getting the upper hand. Even if it was another Weasley, and even if it was only for a minute. Which once he spotted the culprit, it would be. He armed himself with a handful of packed snow and searched quickly in the direction the snowball came.
That's when he spotted familiar red hair. Ronnie. A broad grin broke into his features and seemed to brighten in an instant. Thoughts of gloom were gone, and his eyes were full of a wicked amusement. Snowball fights with Ron always meant playing dirty. That was exactly what he needed. Family was an excellent way to chase away his lack of twin having blues. Kansas was a dreary place without George, and being there twice over didn't make it better. He knew partially what he was getting into thanks to having dealt with it, but he wasn't the type who could make lemonade out of that many lemons. Most things Fred was a genius at finding the brighter side, the silver lining, but this one he was having a hard time with.
Until that snowball. That snowball made everything better. That simple action brought him out of his funk and had him searching for revenge served cold. In a pile of snow. With Ginny snow activities always included snowmen, gentle activities like ice skating on charmed ice, but with Ron..it was a totally different story. It wasn't just a snowball fight it was a snowball war. "You're going to regret that. " He hurled the snowball at his younger brother with full force, and found himself a barrier of his own to hide behind. "Thirty seconds I won't even use magic. " He called from behind a mound of snow he was using as a trench.