[truth be told, snow isn't too high on archie's list of favorite things. it's pretty, yes - but especially so when he's curled up in a chair in a warm house (or office). with a blanket. for extra warmth. then, it can snow and be pretty and halfway magical all it wants.

now, seeing as he's standing in front of his office, shoulders drooping and decidedly without a key, it's really not a good time. he gives a frustrated look to the sky - just so it knows he doesn't appreciate that, and feels around in his pockets one last time for that lost key, and - nope. and then, maybe because of some kind of miracle, he sees her out of the corner of his eye.]

Miss Swan!

[and he's off, dashing his way in front of her.]

Miss Swan - sorry to bother you. It's just - I somehow locked myself out of my office. Any chance you could help me get back in?

[okay, so maybe regina's the one with the skeleton keys. but the sheriff's worth a shot, too.]