Not Any Fairy Tale Kiss
Summary: The first night she's given a room.
Notes: For r_lee.
Challenge: LJ's 100wordstories
Prompt: Snowfall
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The first night she's given a room, she falls asleep at the window with her head pillowed on her arms, the amber ringlets of her hair. Only to be woken, not by any fairytale kiss but, by the slow burning bite of ice.
Causing her to cringe from the sill, disturbing the snow that had piled on her cheek, hair, arms as she slept. Snow. More snow. Home, days ago, had been late warm fall days. Here, instead, snow everywhere. White and thick, like a blanket meant to smother any signs there had ever been a life other than this.