It's a very rare thing when Magelets don't want hugs. Mistral snuggles as well, but is torn between seeking comfort and getting to the mountain as quickly as possible. So, after a moment, he'll reluctantly pull away from the hugging and start off in that direction.

It's not all that far. Past the short wall separating the beach from the grassy area, and from there to a spot where the grass gives way to an odd area of bare rock dotted with giant mushroom-shaped stone formations. There are still patches of snow, mostly in the shade beneath the strange stone shapes. And from the nearest of those patches, something will throw a snowball at them.