Ninety Minutes of Snow

by FS

They have only ninety minutes to track and defeat the Boss before the bomb goes off (a tale about quirky mediators, unreliable weapons, poisonous flowers, angry pets, clumsy allies, death, and resurrection...)

1. First

Disclaimer:

This Detective Conan Christmas fic is not by Gosho Aoyama.

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Ninety Minutes of Snow

by FS

for Grandpa, who wished for "snow" ;)

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1.

*snow*

A white figure, whose outlines remain indistinct in the shifting candlelight, is standing in front of an intricate human-sized mirror, whose glittering surface is alternately concave and convex in the pattern of an archetypal snowflake. For about a minute, they ceaselessly, obsessively, slam at the mirror glass with the morningstar they've just taken from the shelf on the tapestry-covered wall.

As the glass doesn't show the slightest scratch, the white figure grabs the silver mirror by two of its rose-shaped ornaments, which adorn its luxuriant frame, and hurls it out of the floor-to-ceiling window in a towering rage. The mirror is flung against a jagged cliff, whereupon the mirror glass flies out of the frame and shatters into a million pieces, which are blown by the wind across the sea, where they mingle with a myriad of snowflakes out there...

*snow*