Aleney de Winer and her family visit Thredbo to experience some frozen moments.
There couldn’t be a more perfect greeting than fluffy white flakes of snow falling from the sky as we arrive at Thredbo Village. The magical sight of frosty ice fairies dancing about never ceases to make my heart flutter.
We leap out of the car, my eight-year-old daughter Marlo twirling about gleefully before she stops and points her face to the heavens, tongue out, to catch the falling flakes on her tongue with all the yapping enthusiasm of a puppy. My son, Rafferty, already a keen skier, is more interested in how much of the white stuff is covering the runs opposite our digs. When he sees the blanket of white, his jubilant “woo-hoo” echoes across the mountain.