Michael walked through the town casually. The temperature dropped and snow seemed to follow everywhere he went. The town's folk seemed to realize he was causing this and gave him a rather wide birth of room. It was already too cold outside in their opinions, and they didn't want any extra chills seeping through their coats.<br/><br/>The Cold one found his way through town and all the way to Veracoff manor. He sat with his back to a tree across the street from the manor, watching the windows. There was no expression on his face, hardly any sort of light in his bright blue eyes. If there was any emotion being felt here, it was masterfully hidden.<br/><br/>As time went on a snow cloud gathered over the manor, shedding its contents over the manor. The frail girl inside looked up from her knitting to see snow falling outsider her window.<span style="font-style: italic">Always,</span>she put more venom into that single simple word than hardly ever left her soft lips. Almost every day it would snow. In her opinion, spring was long overdue. She wanted all the rotten snow to melt already and give the flowers a turn. She wanted to go outside after what felt like ages.<br/><br/>Feeling the temperature manage to drop inside her room, she pulled her fur coat tighter over her frame, hunching slightly in her hair and bending back over her work. She was making a blanket, and it was already quite long. The white wool draped over her thin legs, helping to keep them warm.<br/><br/>Julia's maids had noticed by now that it only snowed over the Veracoff manor nearly every day. They noticed however that their mistress seemed bitter toward the snow, and thought she might be upset to hear the news. The entire staff resolved to keep the bit of information from her. They also opted not to tell her of the young man who sat across from the manor almost every day. One thing they never wanted was to see the mistress upset. Whether out of good conscience, or out of fear depended on what mood the mistress was in.