I didn't get very far in my 30 minutes:
Beads were a permanent thing, but the paper flowers of the midwinter celebration were not meant to keep. Many were so thin and fragile that they would dissolve in water, and the snow-unicorns would leave them out to wash away in the spring.
Kativa had always found them a curious mixture of sadness and brightness - for several weeks after flower day, the flowers were bright on the snow if they remained uncovered, a brilliant testimony to crossing the crest of the season. Then the bright colors would inevitably fade, or be covered by new fallen snow, slowly fading away to nothing.
When spring came, they would appear briefly again - limp, pale shadows of their former glory in dirty snow, before dissolving in the melt entirely.
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