Snow Room

Looking inside the room it was indeed snow that had turned the room icy and white. Belle reached out her hand as she was hesitant to step in. Feelings the snowdrops on her fingers which disappeared on her touch, she made certain that it was a real snow.

“How could there be snow?” Belle whispered her question aloud, finding the masked man quickly pulling the glass quill and the pile of parchment. This time instead of talking he had drawn an easier figure of a book and a human. On the human’s hand was a magic wand.

“Magic?” She questioned. “So… Leon could do things like these as well…”

The masked man shook his head and wrote, “Not the lord, but a close friend of his.”

Belle stepped into the room that was small in size, as though it was built simply to showcase the snowflakes that drops from the ceiling of the room. There she found the crown that was hidden inside a glass case.

“But why the snow?” Belle questioned, seeing the masked man’s parchment paper turn slightly wet as the snowdrop