The final few icicles had slowly melted from his beard. Even the freezer couldn’t keep the Snowbeard intact. The Captain had resigned himself of another lonely spring and summer until the late Autumn frosts appeared and he could finally rise back to take the helm and steer the good ship Never Summer SL down the pistes again.
But he was in for a surprise. Rain came. Then snow. And lots of it. And from a powdery cloud, the Captain Snowbeard rose again to ride another day.