Let me just start by saying how I literally cried while these pictures were taken because it was that FREEZING plus the northern wind was blowing so the entire experience was actually quite dramatic (and awesome yay).
But I SIMPLY HAD TO do it because Maksimir looked so beautiful covered in snow (read: ice) and I knew that I won't have time to visit it once more while I'm here (because of work) and you can't ignore the power of red combined with all white.
I cried, laughed, jumped around, tried to take off the jacket but ha-ha-ha failed miserably because even before that moment I already couldn't feel half of my body. In the end that's how some of the best memories are made.
Perfect moments don't exist, you're the one who has to recognize them on time and make the most of the adventure that lies in front of you.
Don't ask too many questions, just enjoy the ride.