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A/N: Here's a new chapter! Apologies for how long it's taken to update, hope you enjoy!

PS: Just for clarification, when phone conversations happen in the story, the words of the character whose POV it is will be normally formatted, and that of the person they are talking to will be italicized.

Chapter 3 - Opportunities

Elsa sat at her kitchen table, staring at the laptop screen before her. Words scrolled past her gaze; flyers and ads for every job under the sun, all bearing different titles but using the same words. To the enthusiastic rookie, it might have seemed like a dream come true- working in New York, in the hustle and bustle of the Big Apple! But to Elsa's eyes, it all signaled one thing: she was a failure. Perhaps that was being melodramatic; she was trying to get casted, going to every open call she could find, searching high and low every waking moment for something- anything- to get her on a stage. So far, though, she had had no luck. Accordingly, she had taken to scouring online job sites in the hopes of finding a day job just to keep herself busy, even though it just made her feel even worse.

With each passing day, it seemed like her dream of working in the theater was drifting farther and farther away. Unlike her sister with her incurable optimism, Elsa didn't except things to come easily or readily in life. Pursuing a career was no exception. Even she had to admit, though, if an opportunity was going to arise, it would be nice if it would show up just a little bit quicker.

Continuing her search, Elsa's eyes began to water, the screen blurring. She became suddenly aware of how stiff she was and realized she badly needed a break. Stretching as she got up from her chair, pain shot up her spine, making her wonder how long she'd been on the web. A glance at the clock only confirmed her suspicions. Furthermore, her stomach growled impatiently, reminding her that she hadn't eaten in hours. With a sigh, Elsa grabbed her phone and went on the hunt for her keys. If she was going to take a break, she might as well find some dinner.

It was with an air of surrender that Elsa entered the grocery store ten minutes later. Grabbing a cart, she began hunting for the essentials- milk, eggs, the basics. She was in the middle of deliberating whether or not chocolate could be considered an essential food item when her phone rang. Fishing her phone from her pocket, the name, 'Renee Packler', flashed on-screen as she answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Elsa, darling, you there?" A loud reedy voice blared out of the phone. At Renee's words, Elsa winced and held her phone at a distance. Elsa had come across Renee's name in her search for agents as she was preparing to move to New York, which Elsa had come to consider as a stroke of luck; with an eye for talent and a sixth sense when it came to promising roles, Renee had become part agent and part mentor to Elsa as she learned to navigate the cutthroat world of acting. However, there were certain risks to being a client of Renee's, the main one being that of blown eardrums.

"Hi Renee, how are you?" Elsa replied.

"Great, just great. So, listen, I got you an audition." At Renee's words, Elsa's heart began to race. Taking a deep breath, he replied as evenly as she could manage.

"What it's for?"

"New show- first run, original script. It's Off-Broadway, but it looks promising. It's a fantasy-based musical. Just barely squeaked in a slot for you- sticklers about timing, let me tell you. Call time is 1:30 next Thursday. I just sent you the info."

Listening to Renee, Elsa's excitement began to fizzle. She wasn't sure what to think. She hadn't had many auditions lately, so there was no way she was backing out of this one. And, yet, something about a brand-new fantasy-based production didn't sit well with her. It certainly wasn't was she was used to. But who was she to say no?

"Alright, I'll give it a shot. Thanks for the call." Elsa said.

"Let me know how it goes." Renee said, before ending the call. As Elsa popped her phone back in her pocket, she could feel bits of doubt creeping into her mind, the audition growing bleaker as she thought about it. With a jolt, Elsa shook her head. No. She wouldn't do this. This was the first opportunity she'd had in so long, and she would not screw it up before it even happened. Determination set in and she set her chin, straightening up. It would turn out fine. Everything would be perfectly fine.

Her confidence surging, Elsa started back down the aisle to finish her shopping- of course, not before dropping a bar of chocolate in her cart.

"Elsa, that's amazing! Congratulations!"

Gentle laughter.

"Thanks, Anna. Here's hoping it goes well."

"Oh, please, you're gonna do great, as per usual. What was the show about, again?"

"It's a "fantasy-based musical" according to Renee. Based off a fairy tale, I think."

"Hmmm... well, it sounds it could be interesting."

"Yeah. I'm a little nervous, if I'm being honest. It seems really different from what I'm used to."

"Well, you never know what can happen. Maybe it'll end up being a lot of fun trying something new."

"I hope so."

"What's the show called again?"

"'The Snow Queen.'"

Silence.

"...Hmmm."

"What?"

"It does kind of sound like you."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you can be pretty frosty at times."

"...Seriously."