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[regina_nivalis]

*The Snow Queen arrives in a swirl of white fur and rush of freezing wind. For once, she seems lees that annoyed that she has ended up in the bar. She picks up a bottle of vodka and a glass and sits at a table in the middle of the room*

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[i_spoiled_it]

Steph, also sitting at a table in the middle of the room - the next one over, let's say - gives her a rather irritated glance.

People with cold powers should keep them to themselves, Steph feels. Well, at the moment she feels that, anyway. She's in a cranky mood.

[regina_nivalis]

*She can feel the heat from behind her and she turns and raises an eyebrow*

[i_spoiled_it]

Steph raises an eyebrow back, crossly.

"What."

[regina_nivalis]

One might ask you the same question. You're radiating distaste.