Somebody stop me…:
One holiday, Arthur was stuck camping out with his knights far from the warmth of Camelot. A sudden storm had forced them to make camp, and Arthur was sour, to put it lightly. Tired of watching him pout into the campfire, Merlin wandered off to the edge of the clearing they had settled at and reached cold fingers into the snow. The cold made his skin prick, but the snow was the perfect consistency to pack into a lumpy, round shape. He called Arthur’s name to get his attention, then lobbed the snowball at him, hitting him squarely in the chest. Arthur sputtered, a frown creasing his brow. Two seconds later, another ball of snow and ice hit his arm, this time accompanied by Gwaine’s laughter. Arthur sat in shock for a second longer, before tearing off after Merlin, a wide grin on his face and bad mood forgotten. What followed was perhaps one of the grandest snowball fights to ever grace Camelot.
(submitted by woodforthetrees)