The mansion was awfully quiet that day. Although it was midnight, an aura of eerie emptiness had permeated the air, stifling the bright emotions which erupted when Wagner returned. There had been no reason why, everything was normal, the Arkhe building had already been reconstructed after the...incident. Yet, it might have been something about the calm that surrounded the mansion that created this atmosphere. Whatever the cause, things were not normal. The sound of Musik had not rung out for weeks.

"G-George?" Snow fell rapidly as he ran towards the strange lady. He had known George for a long time, almost to the point where people thought that Solange and Maurice were his. But as the torrential snow fell, no matter how far he ran, George managed to stay just out of his reach. His legs grew weak, losing that youthful stamina he possessed as he played his music. Soon after, his breathing became labored. "I-I cannot breathe, George!" he tried to call his lover back, but she walked not hearing him. He collapsed having lost all strength to go on. As he exhaled his dying breaths, he whispered "Aurore, help me"
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Chopin woke up with a cold sweat. He could still feel the bullet-like snowflakes hitting him as he tried to get his lover back. The mansion was quiet, everyone asleep. Even Hasshie, who was usually awake at this hour was silent. Streaks of moonlight fell through the cracks in the cardboard boxes that covered the windows. Although Kanae had told him to remove the boxes, they were some kind of comfort, almost an inspiration, letting only the brightest light in. He was still in shock from the dream, he remembered the feeling of the tuberculosis that had killed him at only 39, yet here he was alive? Living through the same distorted painful memories through his dreams, "I mean", he thought "Wasn't my existence created by Kyogo just playing around?" There was no consideration for these haunting ghosts of pain, of love, of heartbreak. The Jolly idol that Arkhe had stolen from him, had he not experienced enough agony? Enough stolen loves and lives, dying at such a young age, never living to see his music inspire the world. Chopin quickly wiped a tear which began to form in his eye, no, this was over one hundred years ago, why does this matter? A warm sensation emanated from his hand, a glow that encapsulated his feelings and began to play.

Kanae heard a faint song play from the second floor. It sounded almost like a funeral dirge, it was somehow familiar, yet she could not put her finger on what the music was. She hummed along with it until the house grew silent. Kanae looked around "I'm just dreaming, school has been so stressful with exams and club activities." Suddenly a frigid burst of wind broke the door open. Snow pelted her as if it were gunfire, a kind of supernatural ferocity. "Damn it I thought I fixed the roof a week ago. But wait, is it not summer?" She tried to run out, but the wind and snow kept her pinned to the walls. Although the wind whistled, Kanae could faintly hear the others awaken in this storm.

"What is happening?"
"Kanae the roof is broken"
"Are you stupid? It's midsummer?!"

"Shut up I think I hear something"
A violent chromatic scale cadenza could be heard, each note making the wind and snow even stronger and colder. Pad-kun then woke up, the monitor showing an almost comically pained face of cold. "T-this is Chopin o-opus 25 n-number 11 in a-a m-minor. It is a-also nicknamed the "w-winter wind"' Eventually, after much struggling, everyone was able to meet in the foyer, using their bedsheets as blankets. The wind still raged on, the hymn-like melody alternating with the cadenza. "What is happening here?" Liszt shivered as she tried to shield her body from the snow with blankets. "It's Mozart's fault, doesn't he have ice Musik" Schubert declared while trying to wipe the ice off of his glasses. "Well, there's ice but it doesn't hurt" Motes tried to use his braid as some form of scarf but the ice crystals just kept forming. Suddenly, an anguished cry came from the second floor, a scream that contained all the emotions in the piece, all the pain and heartbreak kept for more than a century. The wind blew even harder, a flash of cold that burned everything it touched. Everyone huddled together to protect themselves, yet the wind still hit them like a wall of icy flames. "Someone needs to go up to see what's happening"
"I don't think this is about losing any rare items at all."

"I will go."

Everyone looked at Liszt. Why would she brave this tempest, she would get frostbite.

"I know it is dangerous, but I need to see if Cho-chan is ok." Another scream came from upstairs and a fierce wind followed it, followed by the cadenza motif and loud sobs. "Part of love is making sacrifices for friends." She smiled and threw the blankets back, and she glowed with a green tricorn hat with vines, and matching boots. Liszt raised her baton, and the Hungarian Rhapsody no 2 began to play, the warm spring sunshine fighting against the bitter cold. "Stay here, the cocoons will protect you." She raised her baton a second time, and everyone was enveloped in a cocoon that fit them perfectly. "I must go now."

The bright C sharp major contrasted against the a minor cadenzas, a fight between the light and dark, love and loss. Another blast of cold came from above, and Liszt tried to shield herself, but it pushed her backward. "Cho-chan, it's me. Please come here". Both pieces suddenly stopped and a soft voice was heard upstairs.

"Go away."

A blizzard-like wind carrying more force than the previous winds blew. Liszt struggled to keep her balance and the bubble of warm Musik which protected her and the others from the storm. "Please, I'm here for you", she fought back the snow and ice, struggling to climb up the stairs. She heard an anguished cry coming from the room again, and like a sword, the wind pierced the bubble of Musik leaving Liszt unprotected in the storm. "This is the pain of lost love," she thought, "of knowing you will never see your favorite person again. I remember feeling like that with Carolyne, but it was social rules that separated us, not...death." The bitter cold enveloped her, she was helpless. "I know he'll come back", Liszt looked back on the others, who were huddled in their blankets, somewhat protected from the gale. She began to violently shiver, the cold taking over her body. "Wish I had a winter version of this outfit," she thought. The cadenzas and icy winds plummeted her as if she were a punching bag, each blow striking her. "Please Cho-chan, stop. I'm here for you" she weakly breathed out these words, barely intelligible, and fell to the ground.
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The tempest finally stopped. The last chords of the piece faded away like ripples of water slowly dissipating. It was still dark outside, the moon and stars shining brightly as if nothing out of the ordinary happened. Chopin opened the door of his room and saw Liszt on the floor in front of him. "She maybe became to tired to go to her room" he thought, then realized what had happened "Oh no, no, no, no" he touched her cheek and it was cold as ice. "Please wake up right now PLEASE" he took off his jacket and wrapped it around her to keep her warm, hoping that she was still alive. "Come on Liszt I know you're there." A small tear formed, no, his emotions could not have killed his best friend. And what would the others say? He hugged her cold body and wept.