All the Ice Cream | wingsofjusticex
Olaf's Shoppe was quiet today.
As Elsa slowly wiped the counter down, her eyes lingered on the tub of cherry ice cream, and a sigh of longing escaped her lips. Tonight, when the shop was closed, that tub would have to sit untouched while she attended her personal bucket in her apartment upstairs. So...since this tub was feeling so lonely and unloved...maybe she could--
Two bells dinged as the door opened, and she glanced up, shocked. A customer? Really? She hadn't even hoped for that, despite the vast amounts of ice cream she happened to have.
"Welcome to Olaf's Shoppe," she parroted, a bright smile on her face. "How may I help you?"











