Library, Saturday

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Okay. This wasn't a disaster. A breakfast of pancakes with Barry had helped Elsa calm down somewhat this morning before making her way into the library for her shift, clad in her boyfriend's hoodie and a pair of somewhat too-short jeans. Her feet were still bare, since the clothing shop wasn't open yet by the time she had to get herself to work, but so long as the floor was clean, that really wasn't an issue. And besides, she had no plans to spend more time out from behind the circulation desk than she absolutely had to, today. Nobody even had to know about the barefoot part, did they?

She was still looking a bit shellshocked as she nursed a cup of tea, trying to will her nerves to stop jangling. The bracelets Barry had given her were doing an excellent job of stopping her from freezing everything in sight, but if little crystals of frost were spiderwebbing out from under her bare toes, well... That was another reason to stay behind the desk, wasn't it?

The etiquette books weren't even going to touch this one.

[Open, with sporadic SP during the day.]