"Oh c'mon, at least give me the credit," Jack snorted, jumping off the shelf and onto the windowsill, the frost only growing where he walked. "I can't make a blizzard without Wind, but you could at least lighten up. It's almost Christmas, after all!"

He grinned again and swirled his hand a little, a snowflake blossoming and twirling in the air until it fully formed. Then, with a soft wave of his hand and a gentle breath to get it going, he pushed it towards Picard.