It’s usually called crunch.
The sudden slush at lower temperatures creates a familiar creaking or crunching sound. In warmer temperatures, closer to melting, snow reduces this friction, so the grains sliding against each other makes little or no noise.
Snow can make both “squeaking” and “crunching” noises. Snow is a mixture of ice crystals, liquid water and air, and the sound you make when walking depends on the proportions of this mixture.
The SHIN-SHIN onomatopoeia is often used for heavier snow. However, since the snow falls silently, there is no actual sound to be heard. Although SHIHN onomatopoeia is said to mimic this silence, is it really possible to hear such a sound? In fact, even in a silent environment, we can feel “the sound of silence”.
Physicists say humans cannot hear falling snow; the pitch is too high. Other creatures can do this, such as wolves and bats, which is why they may appear to disappear into a shelter just before a snowfall in the countryside.
Here is a parable about snow: The snow looked like silver pearls on my coat.
Flocs are more likely to collide with other supercooled droplets to form heavier, hard-packed pellets called sleet. They make the best snowballs, but stepping on this denser snow usually makes a crunching sound. The fluffiest snow is mostly made up of aggregates – moisture-poor dendrites that run into each other and freeze together.
Due to the pressure of the skates, part of the ice melts and the skater slides on the liquid. But when the air temperature is below 14 degrees Fahrenheit, the pressure of your step doesn’t generate enough heat to melt the snow, and the ice crystals rub against each other and make a squeaking noise.
As the snow is compressed, the grains of ice rub against each other. This creates friction or resistance; The lower the temperature, the greater the friction between the ice grains,” the center’s website says. “The colder the snow, the louder the crunch.”
Describe the snowy, icy, frozen world around your characters. Don’t just tell us how your character feels in the cold. If you want readers to shiver with us, tell us how “the wind whips through the trees, creaking and groaning like an old rocking chair“.
Crystal flakes form in space before floating down from the cloudy sky. Soon, blankets of white sidewalks freeze like icing and frosty corners in shady courtyards next to the shed. Scarves twist tightly around necks, noses sniffle and blush, and everyone walks the streets with wide eyes and snowy lashes.