“Okay, you guys, we're being watched. That means one thing. We do whatever we can to take them down!” An orange filly took a stick and started drawing in the thick, sparkling snow. “Sweetie Belle will distract them while Apple Bloom and I will sneak around them and take them down from behind. They'll never see it coming!”

“Scootaloo, I think you're takin' this a bit too far,” Apple Bloom muttered with a grimace.

“Aww, can't I just have a little fun?” Scootaloo asked, switching from a somber face to a disappointed one. She sat on her flank and crossed her hooves. “Well, we still gotta take down Diamond and Silver Spoon. If they beat us at Snowball Fights, then we'll have nothing.”

“But why am I the distraction?” Sweetie Belle squealed, hiding behind Apple Bloom.

“You're too innocent to fight. I don't want to risk it.” Scootaloo's voice turned serious again, a little too serious for a snowball fight. Bloom and Sweetie Belle looked at one another in concern.

“Scootaloo, you're acting weird...” Sweetie said. Scootaloo ignored her entirely and glanced over at the other fort, where the two other fillies remained out of sight. Now would be the perfect chance.

“Alright, girls. Ready? CHAAAAARGE!”

Sweetie remained still, and when Scootaloo tried to move her, she remained absolutely frozen on the spot, eyes small and full of horror. Scootaloo gave a blank look at Apple Bloom, who facehooved.

“One, two, three!” They grunted as they tossed the immobile while filly into the battlefield of wide, wintry space.

“Get her!” Diamond cried out, and multiple snowballs were fired into the air, plummeting towards Sweetie Belle.

“Ooh, you owe me, Scootaloo,” she said, lip quivering, as she prepared for the impact.

As the enemies named Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon attacked poor Sweetie until she was covered head to hoof in snow, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo walked around the battlefield, right behind the enemies. They gathered multiple snowballs until they had enough ammo to take them down.

“Wait, do you hear something?” asked Silver Spoon.

When they turned around, snowballs hit them over and over, the surprise attack too much to them to react. They fell onto the snowy blanket in seconds.

“VICTORY!” Scootaloo jumped over to the enemy fort, pumping a hoof in the air. “This area is now claimed by the Cutie Mark Crusaders, and nothing—I repeat—nothing, will-”

“Oh, girls! Could you come in now? I have hot chocolate ready!” Rarity sang from inside the house.

“Hot chocolate?”The Cutie Mark Crusaders looked at one another, Sweetie Belle popping out of the pile of snowballs. They nodded in agreement. “Land's all yours. Have fun!” Scootaloo tossed her paper flag at Diamond Tiara and jumped the top of the fort, joining the other two inside for some hot chocolate, a treat for a glorious victory.