(Okay. I think I'm going back to third. )
I followed my sister and sat down on the blanket, making sure the slit was at a position that it didn't show anything more than it should. She looked around, enjoying the sight. "Yeah, it really is," she agreed. Aside from what she made during the eternal winter, this was probably the prettiest thing she had ever seen in her whole life. It was nice to feel so open and free. The more closed up she felt, the more she was reminded of her thirteen years in her room, and she had noticed that sometimes being closed up made her powers come out and cover things in frost. But she pushed that thought back. She was free here, with nothing to worry about, and everything to love.