Penthouse level: 12:30(?) am
Deirdre had gone to bed early, blaming a long week on her exhaustion. She didn't know how long she had been asleep when the dreams started: dreams of her parents' home. She'd barely seen it growing up with how much they traveled, an expansive house that could almost be called a castle. In her dream, it was blanketed by soft, tall mounds of perfect snow. It fell from the sky and she turned her face up to it, smiling in her dream. The flakes hit her skin in pinpricks of ice that felt more real than a dream should. They didn't let up and after a moment, a breeze curled around her, icy against skin. Even with the cold, it was peaceful and silent.
A roar from the waking world woke her up, and she held herself still as she tried to place what had woken her. The room was silent and still, but something wasn't right.
The blanket felt heavier than it usually did, and as she sat up, she found why. The snow, already piled several inches high, spilled down around her when she sat up, some falling to the floor where drifts had started up against the side of her bed. Staring at the ceiling through the dark, she couldn't see anything unusual, but the snow still fell around her, drifting down from nowhere.
She levered herself out of bed in a hurry, the drifts of snow deep enough to cover halfway to her knees as she pulled a robe on over her nightgown. It felt heavier and richer than it usually did, the fabric of it soft to the touch and luxurious, almost a gown in itself, though she remained barefoot and with her hair spilling to her shoulders, held back only by a slim silver band. The chill of the snow didn't seem to bother her much as she hurried toward her bedroom door, pulling it open to discover that the rest of the penthouse was covered in the same deep layer of snow. The gust from opening the door sent the light flakes drifting through the rooms, some pushing out under the crack of her front door to drift into the main corridor.
The sounds that had woken her continued, roars and voices from the opposite side of her front door. Snowflakes swirled around her and caught in her hair as she listened through her door, concerned that there was a wild animal in her castle. She paused for a second and shook her head. Not castle. Penthouse. And why was all the snow there? Her hand lingered on the frost doorknob, unsure if she should open it or not as she could still hear what sounded like a fight outside.