Green Eye for a Wintry White Sigh
I envy the Snow Queen for her year-round access to coziness.
In most parts of the world, mere mortals must face the four seasons and, therefore, the distinct lack of coziness ¾ of the year. You cannot be cozy in the summertime. Heat and humidity do not encourage snuggling, nor do they call for hot cider or burning tea. Unless you live far out on the tundra, spring and fall do not warrant much coziness, either.
Meanwhile, I have but one season to revel in the coziness of extra blankets and pillows and stuffed animals. I adore an autumn breeze and palette and I could not be happy without the blush of spring, but I do wish I could curl up and be cozy whenever I pleased.
Even the Snow Queen has that over the polar bears these days.