She looked around the room.
There was one hard chair, the same sort as she had found in the kitchen.
She had thought vaguely that there might be a comfortable armchair where she could sleep, but there was nowhere except the bed.
It was then she realised that it had grown even colder.
They were high up on the mountainside and she could hear the wind outside howling eerily.
She was still wearing Rudolph’s coat, but she could feel herself shiver.
Her legs in their white stockings seemed almost frozen.
She went into the kitchen.
There had been a fire in the range earlier in the day, but now it was out and so was the stove that stood in the corner of the room.
A gust of wind shook the windows.
She blew out the candle before she went back into the bedroom.
She sat down on the other si
