My go at the prompt Summer’s Night, Winter’s Morning @freezerburn-week for day 1.
It was a dark and snowy night in Atlas, and this fact didn’t particularly bother Weiss in any way. She might have been named after the snow that was currently falling from the black, starless sky, but she wasn’t awake to witness it; she was asleep and warm and comfortable, curled up in her bed and absolutely sure that nothing in the world could possibly disturb the pleasant dreams she was having at that moment.
Weiss really should have learned by now to never be absolutely sure about anything.
Her scroll rang.