blizzard!

[The delightful release of that carnage, the ripping and tearing, the exhilaration of pushing past bounds and reason, further and faster and harder until the thoughts peel back like a chrysalis to birth something fresh and new and free-- It is something known to Blue. It is something she understands deeply as she watches this boy unleash his emotions on the creatures around him, bringing a smile to her own lips as she waits. A snowball is tossed up into the air again and again with the lightest touch of her hand... She keeps waiting, marking her distance from him so as to not interrupt his focus. It's only once he seems spent-- Only once he's gloating and digging his heel into the remains of his victory, that she calls over to him with a cheerful greeting:]

I don't think they have friends. How nice of you to do them a favor.

[He can take that how he likes.]