EIRA’S POV
I was roused from my slumber by the sound of the wind rattling against the window.
It was a chilling breeze that slipped through the small cracks of the small window that was situated beside my bed. The room was dim, and the pale light from beyond the window didn’t help to illuminate the space. I stared at the window, which was filled with frost, before pulling the blanket tighter over me and curling on to my side.
Outside, snow lazily drifted from the air to the pile on the ground.
Even after I had been here for days, I couldn’t believe that it was snowing here. It started snowing a few days ago, and I couldn’t believe it, because this was the only place that had snow. The snow piled up on the ground and clung to tree branches. My aunt had once explained why it was always
