Flying through the swirling, snow-filled skies, Snow Ghost searches for a place to call home. She swoops gracefully over the whirling traffic of town, then winds her way through the dense, tangled wood to the top of the hill. On the quiet calm of the moors, she sees a girl and a boy playing. She breathes magic and sparkle into their play until it's time for them to stumble back home to bed. And while shimmers of moonlight cast their glittering light, Snow Ghost curls herself round the roof of the farmhouse. She has found her happy home at last.