Disclaimer:

Before you dive into this one-shot, here are a few things to keep in mind:

1. Reader's Powers: In this story, you (the reader) have ice powers. Your abilities allow you to summon ice, create snow, and turn anything you touch into ice.

2. Younger Versions of the Umbrella Academy: This story features the Umbrella Academy siblings as their younger selves, during the timeline where they are still living under Reginald Hargreeves' roof and dealing with their childhood dynamics.

3. **Vanya, Not Viktor:** This one-shot is set in the timeline based on the earlier seasons of The Umbrella Academy, so you will see Viktor referred to as "Vanya." This is true to the character's identity during this period. If you are uncomfortable with this or prefer Viktor's later identity, feel free to skip this story.

4. Respectful Reading: If the above elements don't align with your preferences, this might not be the one-shot for you. Please don't come for me—I'm simply staying true to the show's timeline and my creative vision.

Enjoy the read, and have fun with this frosty adventure!

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I lay on my bed in the academy, staring up at the ceiling, my fingers idly playing with my powers. Tiny snowflakes formed in my palm, delicate and icy, before disappearing into nothingness. I sighed, feeling the familiar weight of the academy settle around me. Dad was gone for the day, off meeting with some other important people. We had a rare free day—no training, no missions—which felt nice, but the whole academy felt quiet. Too quiet. Everyone was holed up in their rooms, doing who knows what.

I turned my head to the side and looked out my window. The sky was a dull gray, the kind that promised more snow. The most beautiful cold weather. Snow was barely falling, just a few lazy flakes drifting down from the sky, but it was enough to make the world outside look magical. I smiled, a small burst of happiness blooming in my chest. An idea began to form in my mind, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, grabbing my shoes from the closet. I bundled myself up, making sure to pull my hair up and gloves as well. If I was going to do this, I needed to be prepared. Quietly, I opened my door and peeked out into the hallway. The coast was clear. Perfect.

I tiptoed headed straight for Klaus's room, my boots squeaking against the cold tile floors. I knocked on his door softly before pushing it open, catching him mid-roll of a cigarette. He looked up in surprise and quickly hid it behind his back.

"Calm down, it's not Pogo," I said, leaning casually against the doorframe.

Klaus sighed dramatically before pulling the cigarette back out and continuing to roll it. "You scared me, Y/n. What are you doing sneaking around like that?" he asked, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I wanted to see if you wanted to come out back and have some fun," I said, grinning. I could see the curiosity spark in his eyes.

"It's snowing," I added, nodding toward his window.

Klaus leaned over to take a look, squinting at the light dusting of snow falling outside. "It's barely snowing. There's nothing to play with," he said, unimpressed.

"Really?" I asked, my grin widening as I lifted my hand. I concentrated for a moment, feeling the familiar tingle in my fingertips as they turned a shimmering shade of blue, tiny flakes of ice forming around them. I let the snow dance in my palm, showing off just a little bit.

Klaus's eyes widened, and then he broke into a grin of his own. "Heck yeah," he said, his enthusiasm contagious. He jumped off his bed and headed to his closet, pulling out a jacket and boots in record time. I couldn't help but laugh. When Klaus wanted to have fun, he didn't waste a second.

"Great, get the rest of the team, too. I'll get Vanya," I told him as I turned to leave his room. Klaus gave me a mock salute before racing off down the hall.

I made my way to Vanya's small room, knocking softly before pushing the door open. Vanya was sitting on her bed, a book in her lap, but she looked up when I entered, her expression softening when she saw me.

"Hey, Vanya," I said, stepping inside. "Got a minute?"

"Of course," she replied, closing her book. "What's up?"

"We're heading out back to play in the snow," I said, unable to hide the excitement in my voice. "Well, it's not much snow right now, but I can fix that." I wiggled my fingers for emphasis, and Vanya's lips curled into a small smile.

"That sounds nice. But... shouldn't I, I mean, you know..." Vanya hesitated, glancing down, clearly referring to her lack of having no powers.

"V," I said softly, walking toward her and sitting beside her on the bed. "Not having powers doesn't mean you can't have fun with us."

She sighed, looking unconvinced. "Well, I'm pretty sure the others wouldn't want me there, anyway," she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

"So what?" I countered, my tone firm. "Who cares if they don't want you there? I do. I want you to have fun with us out there."

A small smile tugged at her lips. "Okay," she said finally, giving in. "Just let me get my jacket and gloves on."

"Good, you'll need them," I said, standing up from her bed and heading to the door. "I'll wait for you out here." Vanya nodded, and I stepped outside, closing her door behind me.

I stood in the hallway, tapping my foot impatiently, waiting for her. After a few minutes, the door opened, and Vanya emerged, now wearing her boots, coat, gloves, and a warm scarf wrapped around her neck.

"Looking perfect. Come on," I said, grabbing her hand with a grin. We started down the stairs together, my excitement bubbling over.

"Aren't you going to be cold?" Vanya asked, eyeing my outfit. I was just wearing leggings, a long-sleeved shirt, and my snow boots.

"Please, I'm used to the cold," I said with a smile, feeling the familiar chill that came with using my powers. Vanya looked at me skeptically but didn't press further.

We made it outside, and I immediately felt the crisp air on my face. The rest of the family was already out there, bundled up in their coats, boots, and beanies, all looking a little puzzled as they turned to see me and Vanya approaching.

"You better have a good reason for dragging us out here," Diego grumbled, shivering slightly, his breath visible in the cold air.

I shot him a playful grin. "Oh, trust me, I do," I replied. "I figured we could all use a break, a little bit of fun."

Klaus clapped his hands together, eager to get started. "Exactly! Fun! We're always so serious. Time to loosen up!" he exclaimed, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Luther looked skeptical. "Dad and Pogo will be mad at us for being out here right now," Luther said, a note of caution in his voice as he glanced around, as if expecting Dad or Pogo to appear out of nowhere.

I rolled my eyes and walked over to stand in the center of our little group, turning to face them all. "Dad isn't here, Luther. He's off on that stupid trip," I said, brushing off his worry. "Come on, when was the last time we actually got to have fun and be kids?" I looked around at each of my siblings, trying to read their faces. They were all so used to being serious, to carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders. But today, I wanted something different.

They exchanged glances, hesitating at first, but then one by one, they nodded in agreement. I could see the tiny flickers of excitement growing in their eyes. Even Luther seemed to relax a bit, his usual stern expression softening.

"So, why don't we stop worrying about Dad being pissed and just enjoy the snow?" I said, trying to hype them up a little.

"Yeah? With what snow, Y/n?" Diego cut in, shivering despite his thick coat. "There's barely enough snow falling to even build a freaking snowman."

"Really?" I replied, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, focusing on the power within me. I raised my hands, feeling a familiar, tingling sensation running through my veins. My fingers started to turn a frosty blue, a sign that my powers were awakening.

I could feel the cold air around me, the gentle breeze whispering past my ears. I concentrated, imagining the winds swirling around me, my hands guiding them like a conductor leading an orchestra. Slowly, I started to fold my hands, almost as if I were gathering the wind itself. The air seemed to obey, circling around me faster and faster, pulling in the cold from all directions.

As I folded the wind in my hands, I focused on the sky above us. I could sense the moisture in the clouds, the tiny ice crystals waiting to form. I urged them downward, coaxing the snow from the clouds, encouraging it to fall faster and thicker.

The snowflakes began to grow heavier, spinning through the air, swirling around us. I gave a small push with my powers, and a strong gust of wind blasted through the courtyard, whipping everyone's hair around their faces. The light flurry turned into a blizzard, snow coming down in thick, fluffy clumps.

Diego's eyes widened as piles of snow began to form around us, the ground quickly disappearing under a thick blanket of white. He let out a surprised laugh as the snow began to build up, his earlier complaints forgotten.

The courtyard, which had been bare just moments ago, was now covered in several inches of snow, and more was piling up by the second. The wind howled around us, kicking up swirls of snow that danced in the air like glitter.

Everyone stared in awe, mouths agape, as the snow kept coming, turning our usually drab courtyard into a winter wonderland. "Whoa," Klaus muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "You've outdone yourself this time, Y/n."

"I've always seen you use your powers to freeze people on missions, but this... this is actually pretty impressive," Five admitted, a rare smile breaking through his usual stoic expression.

I couldn't help but grin back at him. "Oh, that's not even all," I said playfully. I lifted my foot and tapped the ground beneath me with the heel of my boot. Instantly, the snow underfoot hardened into solid ice, spreading out across the courtyard in a perfect, smooth sheet.

The others watched in awe as the snow transformed, the icy surface glistening in the pale light. "Okay, that's actually pretty cool," Allison said, a smile forming on her lips.

"How are we supposed to get on that? We don't have any skates," Ben pointed out, standing at the edge of the ice, his expression uncertain.

"Easy," I replied, walking to the center of the ice. I leaned down, touching my snow boots with a focused look. With a quick surge of power, the boots began to morph, their soles freezing and flattening until they resembled the blades of ice skates made out of ice. I straightened up, balancing easily on the ice, gliding a few feet forward to demonstrate.

The others looked on, surprised. "You guys do know how my powers work, right?" I teased, trying not to laugh at their dumbfounded expressions.

Klaus let out a low whistle. "Impressive."

"None of us know how to skate," Vanya said, looking nervous as she hovered at the edge of the ice.

"Don't worry, I've got you," I reassured her. With a flick of my wrist, I tapped the tip of her snow boots with my finger. They shimmered for a moment, then morphed into skates like mine. Vanya jerked a bit, startled by the sudden transformation, and I quickly reached out, grabbing her arms to steady her.

She blinked down at her new ice skates, still wobbly, but I kept a firm grip on her hands. "That's why I'm here—to teach you," I said with a smile, giving her a gentle tug to start moving. We glided slowly at first, just getting used to the ice beneath us. I led the way, guiding her step by step, and soon enough, a small smile appeared on her face as she started to find her balance.

Behind us, Klaus laughed as he dashed over to a pile of snow, launching himself into it with a loud "Whee!" He landed on his back, making a perfect snow angel, his laughter echoing through the courtyard.

Allison and Diego, meanwhile, had taken to throwing snowballs at each other, dodging and ducking behind snow piles, giggling like little kids. I couldn't help but grin as I watched them, the pure joy on their faces a refreshing change from their usual seriousness.

This was exactly what I had wanted—a moment of pure, unfiltered fun. I had managed to get everyone out here, and now they were all genuinely having a good time. It felt like magic.

An hour passed in a blur of laughter and snowball fights. Ben and Five had teamed up to build a snowman, carefully stacking the snowballs on top of one another and arguing playfully over the proper placement of the eyes and carrot nose. Klaus, still in the snow, had created an entire family of snow angels, grinning up at the sky.

Diego and Luther were still at it, pelting each other with snowballs, their competitive nature taking over. Every once in a while, a snowball would fly in the wrong direction, nearly hitting someone else, but nobody seemed to mind. The whole courtyard was filled with laughter and shouts, the air alive with our newfound energy.

Allison and Vanya were now helping each other on the ice, skating together slowly, their arms linked as they giggled and chatted. Vanya's earlier nervousness had melted away, replaced with a look of pure delight as she skated alongside her sister.

I skated on my own, enjoying the freedom of movement. I spun in circles, feeling the cold air rush past my face, my laughter bubbling up as I twirled faster and faster. Finally, I slowed down, coming to a stop in the center of the ice. I looked around, taking in the sight of my family, all of us enjoying this rare moment of peace and happiness.

No missions. No training. No fighting with each other. Just us, being kids, playing in the snow like normal kids would do. It was a sight I wanted to remember forever.

I smiled as I looked around at everyone having fun. The laughter and playful shouts filled the air, creating a warm, joyful atmosphere despite the cold. My gaze drifted to the mansion, where I noticed Pogo standing by a window, watching us. He stood there silently, observing our little escape.

For a moment, I felt a flutter of worry. Would he tell Dad? But then I saw him smile—a small, gentle smile that reached his eyes. He caught my gaze and nodded slightly, as if to say, 'It's okay. Enjoy this moment' I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Pogo wasn't going to stop us. He understood how rare and precious this time was for us, a moment to just be kids without the weight of our responsibilities.

I smiled back at him, grateful for his silent approval, and watched as he quietly walked away from the window, disappearing into the shadows of the house. He wasn't going to spoil our fun. Not today.

Feeling a newfound sense of freedom, I skated over to Allison and Vanya, who were still laughing and holding onto each other for support as they tried to skate.

I joined in, pulling them along as we glided across the ice, our laughter mixing with the rest of the boys' as they continued their snowball fight and built up their snow fort. Klaus was still making snow angels, Diego and Luther were locked in a playful battle, and Ben and Five were trying to outdo each other with their snowman-building skills.

It was nice to feel normal for once. To forget, even if just for a little while, that we were part of The Umbrella Academy. No missions, no strict rules, no training sessions. Just us, being kids, playing in the snow, letting loose. For once, I was glad I used my powers for something other than missions or training. I had brought us all together, reminded us of what it felt like to just have fun, to be a family.

As I looked around at my siblings, each one of them smiling and carefree, I knew this was a memory we would hold onto—a moment of simple joy in a life that wasn't always so kind. We were still The Umbrella Academy, with all the burdens that came with it, but right now, we were just kids. And we loved it.

I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling the cold air on my face and the warmth in my heart. This was a day we would all remember—a day when we forgot about everything else and just enjoyed being a family. And as the snow continued to fall around us, I knew that these moments, however rare, were what truly mattered.