Disappointment:
The train station itself was relatively quiet, the only thing making any sort of noise being the snoring teller behind the grated window.
"We'd like a ticket, to the North Pole, please."
The scruffy man jerked awake with a snort, immediately slipping into the mode he usually used when addressing a customer.
"What? North Pole? Oh, yes ma'am…"
Frosty watched with curiosity as the elderly man expertly strung out a long strip of tickets, which quickly turned to stunned surprise when the long strips of paper somehow wound up strung all around him like a ticket-boa constrictor. Somehow, the pile of tags managed to make it's way down to the ticket-sellers hands, in an easy-to-manage strip.
"Route here by the way is Sasacatuan, Hudson Bay, Nome Alaska, the Klondike and Aurora Borealis…" He rattled off from the destinations, folding them down into a stack. "That'll make a change to Nanuk of the Northdew…
"That'll be three thousand dollars and four cents, including tax." He finished, this time addressing Frosty and Karen through the window.
The girl's face fell. "Oh, we don't have any money."
"NO MONEY!" The surprised holler sent the tickets awry again, leaving the now-disgruntled teller in a net of paper. "No money, no ticket!"
And with that, he slammed the window closed, the sign above coming off one of its nails from the force. Frosty, though he had watched the whole exchange with something close to hope, couldn't help but feel as though the teller had just brought down more than the screen to the ticket window.
"Now I'll never get to the North Pole." He said quietly, more for himself, but a following exclamation from behind told him that someone else had heard.
"Oh, Frosty! You just can't melt!"
Turning around, he briefly got a glimpse of watery eyes before Karen latched onto him in a hug.
"Aw, Karen, don't you get all slushy too." Was the only thing he could really think of to say in reply.
