While most people are anxious to leave work every Friday evening, Elsa doesn't mind staying with a client who's arrived a bit late. Mrs. Reynold's daughter is having a small tantrum and has decided she is done cooperating. Mrs. Reynold's, who is becoming quite frustrated and exhausted, is happy to step out when she feels her phone vibrate in her pocket. "Excuse me," she says as she points to her phone. Elsa nods and seizes the opportunity to do what she does best.
With a grin on her face, Elsa takes a breath and moves her hand above her head in a swirling motion. Holly, the young girl sitting next to the plastic snowman in front of the blue snowy backdrop, has a confused and curious expression on her face, but that soon turns to an expression of joy and wonder as snowflakes begin to form out of nowhere and float down around Elsa. Elsa extends her arm outward in front of the camera while simultaneously adjusting it to capture the girl's giggles and the priceless look on her face as she reaches out for the quickly fading fakes.
By the time Mrs. Reynolds returns, Holly's pictures have been taken, and all traces of the snow have disappeared. "Oh, wow! How did you manage this? These are great! You know, my friends were right to recommend you."
"That's my job, Mrs. Reynolds," Elsa says with a genuine smile on her soft, rosy lips. With the jingle of the door and the last costumer of the day leaving, she lets out a deep breath and plops down into her favorite chair in the waiting room. The tension of the day melts away as she imagines walking out of the shop; the chill of winter breezing across her skin as lightly as if any harder and the very world would crumble.
The last time until Monday morning, the door jingles as Elsa escapes into the wonderland that is fresh fallen snow in winter. She has no more on than a long sleeve light blue shirt so as to not look completely foolish. She begins her moderate walk home with snow-kissed cheeks and a grin.
