"Blue's my favorite," Elsa says, smiling. She steps out from behind the counter, leaving behind the gloves she wears when she works, and looking around. "We have all sorts of beautiful blue flowers. I like the hydrangeas especially."

As she speaks, she leads him across the room toward a bouquet of blue hydrangeas, clusters of tiny flowers, baby's breath scattered amid them. It's simple, but she thinks it's one of the prettier ones they have set out today. Blue is a conflicting color for her, but it really is her favorite; it just took her time to come around to it, the color of all that ice in the castle she made years ago. "Something like this, maybe? White looks nice with blue. Or purple. We have some very lovely lavender."