I told this one to them when I woke up nearly five inches of snow.
Once upon a time the was a prince who married a princess and he decided he wanted to be the snow king.
He moved the queen who was the princess to the coldest state in the nation, where she would always hate the wintertime.
Then when he would come home from his far away journeys, and he would be the hero because he would build warm fires and shovel the snow and continue to be the snow king.
And the queen lived grumpily ever after.