「 ❄ 」Eager hues had long since been settled upon the mess that became of the kitchen.
Midnight would strike, each servant fast asleep within their quarters--the brunette had to ensure herself of such before sneaking into the room, after all. A prideful grin would plaster itself unto her features; flour essentially painted on the walls and counters whilst egg shells littered the floor.
Prior would she and her parents decorate cookies for the arrival of Santa--though...such was a tradition she'd continue on her own since their untimely death. Sorrow would dawn once settling cerulean hues upon the end result, a mess of frosting and sprinkles decorating her palms as well as the pastry.
No matter, though!
She'd hastily attempt to force unwanted thoughts from the forefront of her mind. Nimble digits placing several cookies on a number plates before freezing at the sound of the creaking door.
❝--Hello?
...I didn't wake anyone, did I?❞