Of Flashing Lights

The door of the Frost Studios slowly opened.

"You are 20 minutes late," Elsa said in a dry statement while looking at her reflection in the mirror.

"Pardon?" the voice replied.

Elsa then put her braided hair into a bun, and added a little powder on her cheeks. Natural looks perfect on her. She then put on the silver necklace she's advertizing for today's photo shoot. Elsa turned around and stared at the handsome young man in front of her, "Aren't you the photographer that will fill-in Olaf for today? Where is your camera by the way?" Elsa asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh. Yes. My apologies, milady," the white-haired man replied with a smirk. "May I use some of the cameras left here in the studio? I forgot to bring my camera," he continued.

"Since situations demands, yes. It's in the corner. Just hurry up, I still got two photo shoots to attend to today."

"Thank you. Where is Olaf by the way?" the man asked while studying the camera.

"He's got a meeting with the CEO of the Frost Studios."

"You mean, Mr. Jack Frost?"

"Yes. Well, Olaf should better shut his mouth a bit in the meeting."

"Why is that? What do you think about Mr. Frost?"

"Uhmm. Like other businessmen I guess – good-looking, but selfish. All they care about is money, and women." Elsa stated in a disgusted way.

"So blunt, Ms. Winters," he said with a rather amused look.. "What are we advertizing by the way?"

"The necklace."

"Oh right. Everything's set. Ready?"

"Always been," the blondie replied with an assuring smile.

"Alright! Show me your beautiful poses, baby!"

Elsa posed expertly as the lights flash. She knows what she's doing. This has been her profession since her parents died. She became a freelance model to support her and her little sister's studies. And with her ethereal beauty, she became one of the most popular supermodels in Paris. Anna became a theater actress in New York, and life has fallen into place with the ladies.

"Alright, Ms. Winters. All done."

"Thank you," Elsa replied while setting her hair into a braid again. "Oh wait, I'll just get my phone, gonna contact Olaf."

"Okay."

"Sir?"

The man turned around to see a stunned Olaf.

"What brought you here? I thought our appointment is 30 minutes from now." Olaf continued.

"I decided to just meet you here, so we could finish early."

"Oh okay, Sir. Just wait a bit, I have some things to finish."

"It's all done Olaf. I've got it. Is that alright with you?" he said while handing over the camera to Olaf.

"Of course, Sir. I never doubt your hands when it comes to photography."

"Olaf? You're back already? I'm about to contact you." Elsa said when she went to approach the man.

"I've come to check on you, Elsa."

"You don't have to, we're done with the shoot, even though your fill-in photographer here was late by 20 minutes." Elsa teased the man.

"Who, Elsa? Oh by the way, I want you to meet Mr. . . ."

"Jack Frost," the guy with the white-hair finished Olaf's statement with a smirk. He then leaned over to kiss Elsa's cheek.

"Nice to meet you, Elsa Winters," he whispered on her ear.