Kevan Smith - Snow

Atmospheric water vapour, frozen into ice crystals, falling in light, white flakes piling up at the front door.  A mass of flickering white spots streaming across the television.

John Snow misleading everyone with elaborate and insincere words whilst eating a dish of vanilla snow and spraying the room with frozen gas of carbon dioxide. 

He pulls another line of cocaine from the glass table, sucks on an advocaat, lemonade and ice snowball cocktail and shakes his snow-globe.  He turns to Snow White, scolding her with “this is your way of nurturing our children?” while brushing dandruff off his shoulders.