Maroz 324's sky was cold and blue overhead. It's distant binary stars hung high in the sky over the flat, cold alien landscape painted in shades of blue and white. No footprints, or tracks of any kind crossed it's surface, and remained that way until the shuttle roared down from the bright morning sky and towards the chilled surface.

The GA (Galactic Assembly's( scientific landing crew felt the weight of the ship as it settled onto the ice, and unbuckled themselves from their seats turning towards the wall to grab their gear. The crew consisted of two Vrul, one Tesraki and a Rundi as it usually was.... That was all accept for the humans, who ducked through the door and into the room, tall and menacing with their forward facing eyes and glittering white teeth.

The human pilot, wearing an eyepatch, and accompanied by a Vrul and Drev of his own paused in the doorway, "We ran some diagnostics on the planet surface. The ice is made mostly of well.... Water which is obviously a good thing for us. As for temperature and atmospheric readings, we have mostly nitrogen, bu at least 21% oxygen. Not a whole lot of carbon. Outside reading on the ship shows that there seems to be no liquid water present on the surface, and as such indicates no bacterial presence, though that may mean nothing at this point. Temperature is a balmy -20 degrees Fahrenheit or -28 degrees celsius.

"Balmy, is this your humor, human?" one of the scientists wondered pulling on a contained environment suit with respirator, temperature control, and a crap-load of other life support equipment, "Subzero temperatures make this planet a deathtrap, unlivable. An extremely hostile environment."

The human just smiles a calm smile,"Balmy at this point means, wow my face isn't going to freeze off and shatter upon contact with the air."

"But ... that's exactly what -20 means."

Behind him, the other humans were falling into the room pulling on multiple layers of clothing. The human before them did the same. Two pairs of pants, and boots, and then another strange fibrous layer, and then a large fluffy jacket above that. There seemed to be no room for life support aboard their uniforms. In fact, the scientists were skeptical whether the suits were airtight enough not to lose air rather than contain it. The human pulled on a cap over his head and delicate ears, which were sure to freeze in the cold. There was no question that humans weren't meant for low temperatures, seeing as they lost heat quickly, and had no hair to keep them warm.

That might be why it seemed as if their gear was so primitive.... Perhaps because they had to develop subzero life support systems early on. The original human pulled on two pairs of gloves flexing his fingers inside the suit before donning a strange set of eyewear which he perched atop his head.

As far as they could tell ,he wore no respirator, and there was nothing protecting his eyes from freezing inside his head. The rest of the scientific group had donned their gear.... The same gear they would have worn in the vacuum of space, and then motioned towards the airlock. The humans shuffled forward with a sort of swishing squeaking noise, and the scientists followed behind them. The lead human carried a specimen tube on his back with another vrul encased on the inside looking surprisingly bored as if he was used to the human's atics by this point.

They were growing rather nervous watching them, "Aren't you going to put on your helmets?" one of them wondered through the intercom.

The humans looked down at him. Through their noses and mouths were covered by strange fibrous material, the way their eyes scrunched hinted at amusement.

Behind them, the airlock hissed shut, "Why would we do something like that."

The human hit the button and the cabin depressurized. The scientists looked on in horror expecting humans to fall to the ground dead, but they seemed more than ok. One of them walked towards the door as a decontamination spray bathed them in a fine layer of mist. The door lurched open with a clunk, and a wave of what must have been freezing cold air flooded into the cabin.

Together, the scientists looked up in shock expecting the human's eyes to immediately freeze and shatter inside their skulls, or at least to see their skin turn blue. No such thing happen, together, the humans walked out into the snow with a soft crunch crunch. To their shock, the main human pulled the material down from his mouth, and then breathed deeply. Hot air plumed from his mouth in smoke like rings.

"Ah.... nothing like a little cold to invigorate the self." he took another deep breath. For a moment they stared on in surprise, shock and awe, that was before the man began to cough violently doubling over for a moment, probably ready to keel over and die.

The other humans began to laugh at him.

HE pulled the material up over his face, still coughing, "Note to self, air very dry, lungs on fire,."

The scientists stared on in wonder as the human quickly recovered.

"What.... But.... how/"

The human turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow, "Are you kidding. Where I come from it can get -40 degrees towards the beginning of the year. So cold you can turn boiling water into water vapor in seconds."

"But ... but how.... You have no fur."

"What do you think the jacket is for."

"But your lungs."

The human reached up and prodded at his nose with a hand, "That's what this puppy is for keeps the air humid and warm for the lungs. I advise breathing through the nose in cold situations rather than the mouth.

"Your eyes...."

"Tons of blood flow, and there are nice and cozy inside my sull, stop worrying so much."

He turned towards the planet hands on his hips, "I don't know about you boys and girls, but I would consider this planet habitable, at least worth harvesting water from. So maybe some sort of base here."

The scientists just stared as the (life support-less) humans marched into the snow.

"Think about it, one of the humans muttered watching as the scientists took their readings, "No one has ever set foot here.... Ever."

The lead human tapped his chin with a musing expression, "Mmm ... good point." It was then that he left off a strange animal bugle and ran straight onto the tundra hopping and dancing and running around in circles on the white plane of ice and snow almost slipping and falling on more than one occasion. It didn't take long before the other humans were running after him engaging in primitive and aggressive play with each other.

A human took a running start and then dug his heels into the icy snow going skidding past another human who had flopped down on her back to open and close her arms and legs while laughing.

A human leaped over her and then went rolling into the snow sending an explosion of white powder up after him rolling to a stop only to copy the woman before. The scientists, who should have been collecting samples, just stared on in wonder and confusion as the humans happily played in the snow and ice.

Two humans tackled another one and forced his face into the snow before scampering away only to be chased by their snowy counterpart whose warm skin was melting the snow on his face only to have it freeze against his skin.

"What are they doing." One of the scientists asked in wonder.

The Vrul inside his test tube sighed, "They are frolicking I believe is the term. Humans love snow, or at least some humans love sow. That one there is making a snow angel, those ones there just performed what is called a 'whitewash'."

The scientists turned to the Vrul hunkered down inside his specimen tube, "how do you know all of this?"

He sighed "The first time I visited earth, it was during a blizzard."

"You've been to earth!" They exclaimed in unison.

"More than once unfortunately." He droned watching as one human snuck up on another with a handful of snow shoving it in their face when they weren't expecting it. He came over sputtering and spitting snow out of his mouth, "Ok, Ok, this means war." The aliens looked on with worried expressions as the human trudged over to the ship where the heat of the engines, still cooling had melted a plot of snow in a wide circle around the craft. He dug his hand in towards the edge scooping up a handful of snow and began packing it together.

Together the scientists came forward with curiosity, "How did you do that."

The human looked u in puzzlement, holding out his ball of snow, "What.... You didn't know that it sticks together." he tossed the ball of snow up and down in a single hand, "Well my friends, you are about to be introduced to a human game that has been near and dear to our hearts from times of great antiquity."

He turned towards where the other humans were still 'frolicking in the snow' and violently snapped his arm around in an overhand circle.

There was an explosion of snow on the back of one of the human's jackets and he stumbled nearly falling flat on his face. He turned eyes narrowed, and then came barreling towards the human who had thrown it.

"SNOWBALL FIGHT!"

The entire tundra broke into chaos around the ship, and the scientists ducked for cover as balls of frozen liquid began flying through the air at incredible speed. The first human was nailed in the face ending up on his back in the snow holding a hand to his nose.

The other humans only stopped to see if he was ok before continuing on in their mission. Two took up position behind one of the struts holding the ship up, one of them throwing the snowballs, while the other made them and handed them off with unwavering accuracy.

Eventually someone was smashed over the head with a snowball the size of his own head and the two ended up tumbling to the snow rolling end over end as they tried to stick each other's faces in the cold, wet ground.

The scientists were making no headway and were forced to yell at the humans to knock it off hoping beyond hope that this was not some sort of primitive mutiny by the humans. It was so violent and aggressive.

"ALL OF YOU KNOCK IT OFF!" The humans stopped, and everyone turned to find the Vrul in the test tube with both of his arms crossed, just like the humans, "can't you see you are ruining the scientific field and contaminating it., "Either you play nice with each other, or you are all going back inside."

To their surprise, the humans slumped and muttered to each other giving the scientists time to go out and begin sampling away from the ship where the chaos had taken place. Behind them, two humans had begun rolling a massive ball of snow, which didn't seem like it should have stuck together, but totally did. Another one sat in the snow and absently crunched on a snoball.

"Get that out of your mouth!" The vrul in the test tube demanded, "You don't know what could possibly be in it."

The human looked up at him licking his lips, "Don't eat yellow snow." He held out the snowball, "This snow is white."

"It is from another planet."

"What is yellow snow." A returning scientist wondered, "I did not know that snow came in different colors."

The human grinned malevolently, "Oh yes yellow snow. I know how to make it too. A serious process." the other humans began giggling. The vrul inside his specimen tube did not seem pleased.

Behind them two of the humans had managed to stack three snowballs one on top of the other.

"What are you doing.

The humans turned to look, "Do you like it? This is our snowman."

"Snowman?" They wondered in confusion. Another human walked up from behind with two snowballs and stuck them onto the middle snowball.

"Now it is a snow woman."

He received a face full of snow for his trouble."

Another human inched by on his back pushing himself through the snow on his back like some kind of strange arctic inch worm. The other humans, and aliens alike turned to watch him go, the humans with amusement and the aliens with confusion.

Apparently, despite being spawned in the dessert, or savanna, humans greatly enjoy the cold, when snow is involved, they will eat it, play with it, throw it at each other, bury themselves in it burrowing around like snow worms. No one understands why this is, by all rights it should kill them, but humans are adaptable basterds, and I suppose that the ability to live in a cold climate would give them no end to the water that they might need.

Still it is very strange, there is something about snow that brings out the primitive human, which will then display a strange sort of ritualistic play .

There will have to be more research done about this in the future, but for now it will have to remain a mystery.