Distracted by his own middling frustration, it's the snow he notices first, falling lightly overhead. It prompts him to look up, blinking his eye sockets owlishly towards their invisible source. For a town called Snowdin, it didn't snow that much. Most of their perpetual winter was permafrost, with the snow already there freezing and refreezing over and over. Occasionally, though, vibrations in the earth would rattle the cave ceiling enough that soft flurries would fall down over the town.

It was beautiful, on the rare occasions it did happen. Sans always thought so.

This was beautiful, too.

"Yeah, well." He smiles, closing the gab between them with a quick squeeze of Elsa's arm. He can't quite reach her shoulder without stretching. "People should tell you that more often."

He points upwards, catching a flake in his hand.

"This is great. And you never got taught, either, huh?"

Natural talent.