Snow Attempts to Commit Theft

The tower is surprisingly empty. Aside from the dining room on the eighth floor and a few others who work here, I have no trouble at all clearing the floors of the tower. The final floor is barely lit. I have to tread carefully to avoid tripping over uneven stone. This floor seems like it’s been almost forgotten. I run into more than a few cobwebs and try not to think of the spiders that might be in my hair. It’s musty up here. The smell of old and mold aren’t a pleasant mix. At the end of the short hall, I come across a door. It’s filled up head to toe with all sorts of locks. Opening up my satchel I begin to fish around for something that might help. I never really know what I’ll find in this thing. Is that a dirty sock? I don’t even wanna know how that got there… It takes a few minutes but eventually my hand grasps a handful of bobby pins. Probably, Alice’s. She loves styling our hair. But I still don’t understand how these got here. I’m literally the only one who always declines to be her next hair experiment. “Alrighty...Guess we’ll start from the top!” I stand on my tip toes as I begin jamming the bobby pins into the locks, humming to christmas carols. This is gonna take a while.