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âYou should come back with me to London sometime, you donât get more fuckinâ fun than getting drunk and messinâ with American tourists, let me tell ya. Though I suppose Iâm a tourist here now, arenât I? Fuck.â Maybe that was why everyone was calling her about their pest problems. Elsaâs pranks on the Yankees that had passed through her city was finally catching up to her. She grinned at the guy, trying to imagine what that wouldâve looked like. âIâm assuminâ you got the ice cream makinâ thing down now? Everybody needs a little bit oâ practice, no shame in that.â
Elsa caught on the hesitation on Frederickâs face. She was more than aware of the fact that her profession often garnered a similar response. It had only become normal to her because of her family history, after all.
âIâve fought a Yeti, kinda in the ballpark, eh?â she replied. âWhy? You got a monster in the freezer youâre hidinâ from me? Donât hold back now, ice-cube. Iâm more than ready for some excitement, New Yorkâs been boring as hell since Iâve got here.â She paused for a second. âWait a minute, buddy. That sounded a helluva lot like a Frozen reference. Youâre lucky youâve already bribed me with ice cream, or Iâd fight you for that.â
She watched with a small smile as he went behind the counter, getting ready to serve her. She couldnât deny that she was looking forward to a treat; after all, business lately had been tough, and sheâd go without food herself if it meant taking care of her mother and little brother. Her smile wavered a little as she spoke, but it remained on her face, albeit a little more strained.
âItâs fuckinâ tough enough, Iâll admit that,â she said, propping her head up against her hand. âBut I have people relyinâ on me back home. Canât let them down now, not with everything theyâve done for me, ya know? What about you, got anyone you can rely on?â
âI think Iâd like that. But.. not anytime soon. As much as I miss home, thereâs a great deal of painful memories.â he said quietly. True his brothers death and betrayal had opened his eyes to what he now needed, but it had been an incredibly hard lesson to learn. âWell, I suppose technically youâre a tourist and Iâm an immigrant. Neither of us is widely popular it seems.â he said, a slight chuckle to his quiet voice. He nodded slowly, âOh yes, I can confidently say my ice cream is the best in New York. Many people have called it magical.â
He had come to New York to find exceptional people, heâd never expected to find an exception person who was from the same country he'd left. It struck him as one of those funny twists of fate. Â
âA yeti?â he asked, eyes going a little wide, âI suppose itâs of a similar ilk.â he said after a moment, âOh no, no freezer monsters, just two magic mirrors.â he deadpanned. The funniest part of that sentence was that heâd just told her the truth, not that he imagined it would be taken seriously. âHmm?â he asked slyly, âOh, well I suppose it was.â he grinned, âI always bribe in advance, itâs the safest way.â
His smile remained in place as he finished tying his apron and grabbed his scoop. He did enjoy this little business, after all he wouldnât have chosen it for a cover if he didnât. He didnât care for ordinary folk, they were beneath him and his goals. But after years of hiding and eventually being vilified, it was a change to have such a positive cover and be smiled at more often.
âAnything worth having is difficult come by and even harder to keep.â he said softly. He nodded when she spoke but paused at her question, going still for a moment before shaking his head, âNo... No, itâs just me.â For now at least, âBut Iâm managing.â he added quietly, âWhich flavour would you like?â









