It could be worse, Elsa figures. There are definitely worse surprises it could have been than an unappetizing-looking cake.
Guess who's wallflowering as hard as she possibly can? This gal. Elsa has politely declined the cake and is holding a shot-glass-sized cup of cider, hovering near one of the walls. Gingerly, she tastes the cider, and makes a face. Elsa glances around to see if anyone's watching, then as surreptitiously as she can (which is really only so surreptitious, since doing this makes little frost flakes crawl up the side of the paper that can be spotted from a short distance), she chills the cup. Elsa takes another sip. The cold masks some of the artificial taste. It's an improvement.
It is a miserable party and she is very uncomfortable.
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It could be worse, Elsa figures. There are definitely worse surprises it could have been than an unappetizing-looking cake.
Guess who's wallflowering as hard as she possibly can? This gal. Elsa has politely declined the cake and is holding a shot-glass-sized cup of cider, hovering near one of the walls. Gingerly, she tastes the cider, and makes a face. Elsa glances around to see if anyone's watching, then as surreptitiously as she can (which is really only so surreptitious, since doing this makes little frost flakes crawl up the side of the paper that can be spotted from a short distance), she chills the cup. Elsa takes another sip. The cold masks some of the artificial taste. It's an improvement.
It is a miserable party and she is very uncomfortable.