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From: [email protected]

Sent: Friday, June 10, 8:08 a.m. [NCT]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Find me if you can.

Dear Jack,

I wonder how long would it take for you to find me in a tiny, tiny town of North Carolina.

Love,
Elsa

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From: [email protected]

Sent: Friday, June 10, 8:09 a.m. [NCT]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Find me if you can.

Dear Els,

Want a bet?

From,
Jack

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From: [email protected]

Sent: Friday, June 10, 8:10 a.m. [NCT]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Find me if you can.

Dear Jack,

I'd like to see you try.

Love,
Elsa

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From: [email protected]

Sent: Friday, June 10, 8:10 a.m. [NCT]

To: [email protected]

Subject: Find me if you can. [I will.]

Dear Els,

Challenge accepted.

From,
Jack ;)

- - - - - Elsa - - - - - ➳

"Elsa, honey,", Barbs tossed me a can of whipped cream. "You better toss away that phone for a moment, and focus here on work."

"Sorry,", I shrugged, and watched her demonstrate how to make the "perfect" swirl of whipped cream.

I imitated the same swirl-- or at least half of it, on top of a banana split dish that I prepared for a little girl over there at the end of the counter.

After finishing, I approached the girl, handing her the bowl, "Here you go, dear."

"Thanks...", she smiled, reading the name tag attached on my apron. "Thanks, Elsa!"

"You're welcome.", I returned the smile, and headed back to my spot at the cash register.

Barbs tapped me on the shoulder, "I'm going to check out if I can fix that broken ice cream dispenser at the back. I'll be back in a flash."

She, then, disappeared into the back room of the shop, leaving me to face the customers all by myself.

No biggie. I could totally handle this, right?

- - - - - Jack - - - - - ➳

I know I could find her.

I don't have enough information to track her down like a stalker, but I have this inner-gut feeling of confidence that I will find her. It shouldn't be that hard, right?

"Hey, man.", Hiccup enters my trailer once again. "You sure did make a scene with those fangirls, eh?"

"It was awesome.", I exclaimed. "I never knew a lot of people supported me."

"I noticed your eyes were wandering off, too.", he snickered.

I rolled my eyes, "Believe anything you want, Hic. I'm just here to work."

"Yeah, right.", he laughed. "I hope you find her, and I hope she doesn't run scared of your spotlight."

It took us about ten takes to get the perfect shot that the director... and Deandra... wanted. She had to touch up her make-up every five minutes, and that took us quite a long time.

Soon afterward, we were dismissed to our hotel rooms, but I was pretty curious about the town, snapped on a cap, and headed out to see the quaint mountainside community.

Where could she be?

As I passed by the stores, the Carolinans pretty much favored desserts, as I could see a bunch of patisseries, bakeries, cupcake shops, and candy stores everywhere.

The sun was still up in the sky, around two in the afternoon, if I am not mistaken.

I kept strolling and strolling, keeping my head low to avoid anyone to recognize me.

"Oops, sorry!", a little boy holding a bright mint ice cream cone bumped into me.

'No harm done', I thought to myself, taking a check on my clothes to see if he had smeared some of his treat on my shirt, "No problem, kid."

He smiled, found his mother, and continued to walk down the road.

This search is getting harder than I thought.

Peering into a shop window, I was still looking for girls who could potentially be her. I mean, I do not know what she looks like, but maybe I'd get some sort of feeling.

There's one with dark hair, but she looked like she listened to punk rock, and I don't think Elsa's that type.

"Dammit.", a wisp of a girl passed by me, exiting the particular shop I was peering into.

Flurries, yes, that's what the sign said.

The girl ran away quickly, so I never got a chance to see her... although she somehow appeared like she glowed through her very light hair.

I entered the shop, pretty curious on why this one seemed to stand out from all the others.

The interior was a light mint green, with pink accents. I see a girl with bright auburn hair at the counter, who seemed to be the cashier here.

I approached the counter, peeked into the clear freezer of ice cream.

There's blueberry, Nutella, strawberry, cake batter, almond, classic chocolate... Oh, and mint.

"I'll take a scoop of cake batter.", I told the cashier, trying to disguise my voice.

Luckily she doesn't notice, and goes ahead to scoop up the ice cream in a cone.

But, what I do notice was the silver nameplate on her apron that read 'Elsa'.

Is... is she the one?

"Here you go.", she brightly smiled as she handed me the cone.

I kept my eyes locked on her dark ocean blue irises. She was striking, her red hair contrasting her whole face. Her cheekbones were high and strong, and her eyebrows seemed to tell apart every emotion she felt.

She still kept her smile, blushing a little, as I handed her the cash.

I cleared my throat, "So, your name is Elsa?"

Her smile faded, and she glanced on her apron with a nervous laugh, "Oh, no. My name is Barbara."

The door chimed as the same girl from the outside entered the shop.

Her blonde hair looked stressed, as if she had just ran a marathon.

Her blue eyes widened as she continued staring at me, her breath hitching for a second.

"She's Elsa.", Barbara pointed at the girl.

We slowly approached each other, our eyes still locked in place into each other's eyes.

Her lips trembled, and I shivered.

Every step towards her felt like surfing through the clouds.

I brought out my phone, and quickly typed a message.

From: [email protected]

Sent: Friday, June 10, 2:47 p.m. [NCT]

To: [email protected]

Subject: [no subject]

Dear Elsa,

Found you.

From,
Jack

She flinched for a second, feeling a vibration inside her pockets.

She brought out her phone, and suddenly I knew.

She looked at the screen, smiled, and suddenly I see.

The girl was Elsa. The girl was she

"I win.", I said with a smirk.

She blushed, and nervously looked down, "I knew you would."

"So, how do we start it off?", I asked her.

She bit her lip, and then she smiled again which set me off to the sky.

"Dear Jack," she started. "My name is Elsa."

I took her trembling hand into mine, "It's nice to finally meet you, Elsa."

"I'm Jack," I continued. "And I've been looking for you."

A/N: Okay, darlings, calm your hearts <3

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Julienne