It had snowed.
Clear weather appeared not to have lasted long before another snowfall visited Frost, starting from the morning. The gloomy clouds hovered over the City-State like lead weights, and the disorderly cold winds blew incessantly across the streets. As noon approached, snowflakes began to swirl down from the Upper City District to the Lower City District—every tower and alley was shrouded in blurry, swirling snowflakes.
The sudden snowfall made the streets significantly quieter.
The sound of a steam car braking broke the quiet in the snowy streets. A dark gray car stopped at the city hall entrance, the door opened, and Agatha, dressed in black, stepped out and walked toward the large, dignified building toned in light gray.