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The Ice
Queen
A J/7 Advent
Calendar Story 2008 by Gun Brooke
Disclaimer
11
Seven closed the door to the small vehicle Tilde had lent
her. It had taken Seven a few moments to figure out its
ancient propulsion system, but once she tapped into her
memory files of Tom Paris’ favorite holodeck program, which
entailed similar means of transportations, she found it
quite easy to drive.
“Annika, you’re just in time!” Tilde stood in the doorway to
her house. Constructed of wood only, it was painted red with
white corners, and with the snow covered roof, it looked
like something out of Naomi Wildman’s story books. The
thought of Naomi hurt and Seven pushed it quickly to the
back of her mind. Not now. Not when everybody expected her
to participate in the festivities surrounding this year’s
opening of the Ice Bar. She was supposed to collect Tina and
Tilde and bring them to the Ice Hotel where Lars was
overseeing everything. Several famous artists had
participated in creating the ice artwork in the Ice Bar and
the unveiling would soon be underway.
“Oh, God, Annika, you’re not wearing that, are you?”
Tilde exclaimed and regarded Annika’s attire with utter
shock.
“I am aware this is a festive occasion, but I do not have
access to anything more appropriate than this.” Seven
gestured toward her jeans and sweatshirt, which was
immaculately clean, but too casual, Seven realized.
“We can fix this really quickly. My friend Marie is about
your height. She’ll have something, I’m sure.” Tina walked
into the house, gestured to Seven to follow her. Soon she
was on the phone with her friend and had arranged for her to
come to Tina’s house with a few potential outfits. “She
lives ten minutes from here, so we have time.”
Seven wasn’t entirely comfortable with borrowing a
stranger’s clothes, but knew she had to or she would
embarrass her friends.
Marie was a tall, lanky brunette, who looked Seven over
appreciatively. “Yum, where have you been keeping this
gorgeous creature, Tina?” Marie wiggled her eyebrows. “You
know I’m a sucker for blondes.”
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