Adrien rolled out of bed and ran to the window. Beyond the glass, a new landscape revealed itself in fairylike white. The branches of the trees bent underneath the weight of the fresh snow; graceful frost laced their limbs and turned them into shimmering sculptures. As the sun rose on the opposite side of the tower, the darkest remnants of night disappeared below the horizon; and where the light of dawn touched the tops of the trees, the snow shone pink and gold and purple beneath the clouds.