Blizzard.
Long icicles hang from the eaves, nearly a meter long.
Crack—
A crisp sound, broken by a pair of rough, dark hands covered with chilblains.
"Hiss! So cold, here, you take it, I'm not holding it anymore." A boy about twelve or thirteen years old said as he handed the icicle to the boy beside him.
The other boy, slightly older than him, took out a commonly seen plastic bottle from before Doomsday and said to the boy with the tiger-like head: "I thought you weren't afraid of the cold. Here, put it inside."
The tiger-headed boy quickly broke the icicle in his hand, broke it again, breaking it into seven or eight short pieces, and stuffed them into the plastic bottle.
This plastic bottle is the large type from before Doomsday, with a 4-liter capacity, typically used with a household automatic water dispenser.
The meter-long icicle, broken into several pieces, was put into it.
