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The Snow Queen had been about to descend the many steps to the ground floor, intent on venturing out of the building to explore and perhaps find a child that would accompany her back to her castle. She'd reached the landing of the 12th floor when the sun rose just enough to bring Deirdre back to herself. She paused, one hand on a stomach that clenched and turned, the other tight on the railing, a few remaining snowflakes falling around her. She had to close her eyes against the wave of nausea that threatened her, and breathed slowly through her nose.
When the moment had passed, she opened her eyes again to look around. She was in the same casual (for her) clothing that she'd been wearing the day before, looking as if nothing had happened. She shook her head as the memories settled into place, frowning as she turned to make her way back up the stairs, bare feet leaving footprints in the snow, Deirdre barely feeling the cold of it still.
She reached her penthouse with no event, letting herself back inside and frowning at the thick blanketing of snow that was starting to melt on her floors, countertops, furniture. Locking the door behind herself, she set to work trying to clear the snow away, starting the hot water in her shower so that she could simply have the snow melt away down the drain. The number for the cleaning company that would mop up the rest of the dampness was still sitting to the side of her desk, waiting for her to admit that she needed their help again.
It would take hours for her to even come close to getting rid of the snow. She focused on the cleaning instead of her thoughts, feeling brittle from being torn between two personalities, neither one seeming to be the right one any more. She tried not to think of the memories in her head, encounters in the hallway and plans to steal children. The more she thought, the more intensely she tried to clean away the snow.