An interesting thing about Elka is she doesn't like being cold, but she loves playing in snow.
I also prefer not to be cold, and as I've gotten older (cough) I haven't enjoyed the cold and WET aspect of floundering around in the snow. Sometimes I wonder about Me As a Child; what was I thinking?
But, that's kind of a kid thing in general. They'll stay in the pool until their lips are purple and their skin is totally comprised of goosebumps. They want to play in the snow until their hands and feet feel like blocks of wood. The experience itself is the payoff.
In that light, I have to ask myself: when did I stop feeling that way? Maybe high school, when standing at the bus stop in the snow and then being in wet shoes all day sucked (of course, I could've brought dry shoes in a bag with me....) Maybe after I started driving, when I realized what a horrorshow inexperienced (or possessed of poor judgement) drivers could be in conditions like snow, or even rain. Maybe when I realized no, there aren't a whole lot of snow days when you have a job like a Real Grownup™ (though I did have one on Wednesday). Maybe it's because I don't have a snowsuit, or snow pants.
I remember Calvin and Hobbes would frequently have these philosophical conversations while Calvin and Hobbes were riding a sled down a snowy mountain, or a little red wagon through a similar landscape. There were wipeouts at the end, but their conclusions always seemed both simple and profound. Interestingly, I've found a similar comic, one might even call it a spiritual successor if not directly an homage, entitled "Frazz", by Jef Mallet.