She was one of the last ones to venture out.
Apparently, finding just the right snowsuit ensemble takes awhile.
And by the time she had her pinks and purples all coordinated, everyone else had already headed back in.
So she recruited someone extra special to escort her outside.
Someone who doesn't have a snowsuit ensemble to assemble.
Someone whose entire winter outerwear collection consists of a hooded sweatshirt.
But she waited patiently.
Offering a pointer here and there.
And her kind-hearted (yet slightly fashion-deprived) older brother.