miss ice queen

> Setting: Elemental International College – open courtyard near the smoothie stall. It's lunchtime, and the area is packed. Students buzz around, music is playing, and Snow — tall, poised, silver-haired beauty — walks like a snow queen gliding through summer heat.

She's holding her favorite lavender-colored smoothie with whipped cream and lavender dust on top.

> Snow (to herself, calm and soft): "Peace, finally. Ten minutes without someone screaming or tripping."

She finds a quiet corner to enjoy her smoothie when suddenly—

BOOM!

A loud thud echoes as a cart full of books being pushed by two clumsy students SLAMS into a bench. Books fly everywhere. Someone spills an entire box of glitter confetti. A marching band student drops a cymbal.

Chaos. Everywhere.

Snow blinks slowly, sips her smoothie unfazed.

> "Typical Tuesday."

Suddenly—

"INCOMING!"

A mysterious woman in a giant sunhat, sunglasses, and a trench coat leaps through the air… yes, leaps, landing directly beside Snow.

It's Eela. Of course.

Snow (deadpan):

> "…Are you being chased?"

Eela whispers dramatically:

> "No time. I'm undercover."

Snow:

> "You're literally wearing a trench coat and crocs."

Eela opens her palm — and there lies a crystal-clear charm bracelet, shining like ice kissed by moonlight.

> "Take this."

Snow raises an eyebrow.

> "Is it cursed?"

Eela (shrugs):

> "If you don't feed it lies or dairy, you'll be fine."

Before Snow can speak again, Eela vanishes into a pile of band uniforms like a literal magician.

Snow stares at the bracelet in her hand.

> "Did I just get flash-mobbed into destiny?"

She turns the bracelet over, watching as it shimmers faintly… almost like frost growing along its edge.

She tries to play it cool, but even she feels the chill run up her arm.

> "Well... this is different."

Suddenly — a swirl of snowflakes bursts around her wrist...

Her smoothie? Frozen solid.

Snow looks at it. Then at her glowing wrist. Then shrugs.

> "At least I won't need a fridge anymore."

Snow blinks.

> "What the—?"

She looks around.

Everything is still. Frozen. Like time itself took a nap.

Her bracelet glows with a pale-blue aura. Then—

POOF!

A tiny, snowy swirl floats up from the charm and expands into a chubby, floating white puffball with teeny-tiny wings, glittering eyes, and a dramatic little blue scarf around her neck.

The creature blinks at Snow.

> "Hi! Are you my person? You look very… frosty."

Snow (still frozen, deadpan):

> "Are you a marshmallow?"

> "RUDE. I'm Puff. Your guardian. Of snow. And sparkles. And existential snowdrifts."

Snow squints.

> "Sparkles?"

> "Okay maybe not sparkles. But I'm working on branding!"

Snow blinks once. Then says calmly:

> "So… this is a dream. Or I'm dying. Either way, you're too perky."

Puff (floating upside down):

> "You think I'm perky? You should see my cousin Flake. She sings in snowflake harmonies. It's annoying."

Snow crosses her arms.

> "I don't do cute. I do elegant and silent suffering."

Puff circles her with sparkly snow trailing behind.

> "Yeah yeah, cold and mysterious. Ice Queen vibes. Love it. We're gonna make SUCH a good team."

Snow:

> "You're very round."

Puff:

> "You're very judgy."

They stare at each other.

Snow (finally sighing):

> "So… I have powers now?"

Puff:

> "Yup."

> "And you're going to follow me around like this?"

Puff (nods proudly):

> "Yup. Hovering included. Also I may eat your lip balm."

Snow:

> "Why?"

> "It smells like frozen strawberries. Don't ask questions."

Snow exhales.

> "This is fine. I've officially lost control of my life."

Puff claps her tiny wings.

> "Wheee! Let's go freeze a puddle or two! Or prank someone! I can turn their soda into snow cones!"

Snow:

> "Please don't."

Puff:

> "Too late."

Snow (calmly, almost whispering):

> "Puff. Come."

Nothing.

She sighs.

Snow (slightly firmer):

> "Puff. Appear."

Still nothing.

She raises an eyebrow. Then snaps her fingers.

> "Puff. You belong to me now."

BOOM.

A burst of snow explodes in the corner of the room — books fly off shelves, a pillow lands on the ceiling — and in the middle of it all, flailing and spinning…

POOF!

> "OKAY OKAY I'M HERE DON'T YELL I WAS NAPPING IN A CLOUD."

Puff, looking frazzled and dramatically out of breath, zips into view, her scarf crooked and a snowflake stuck on her forehead.

Snow stares.

> "I didn't yell."

Puff:

> "It was an authoritative whisper. That's worse."

Snow walks over, arms folded.

> "You're bound to me. That means you come when I call. No arguments."

Puff:

> "Ugh. Fine. But you could at least offer snacks or something. A welcome ritual? A fruit platter?"

Snow raises a single eyebrow:

> "You ate a lavender-scented candle yesterday."

Puff (gasps):

> "That was a candle?! I thought it was a fancy mooncake!"

Snow sighs.

She extends her wrist — the charm glows. The snowflakes around them swirl gently. The room chills slightly, enough for her breath to cloud.

> "From now on… when I say your name, you show up."

Puff (floating upright and reluctantly saluting):

> "Yes, ma'am. Miss Ice Queen of Doom and Discipline."

Snow leans down slightly.

> "And next time you call me judgy, I'll freeze your wings midair."

Puff gulps and nods quickly.

> "Understood. Judgy is now a compliment."

They stare.

Then Snow turns around, flicking her braid behind her shoulder.

> "Now go. And behave. We have class tomorrow."

Puff disappears in a tiny flurry of snowflakes and mutters fading away—

> "Bossy. Cold. Terrifying. I love her already."