Brrrr-ista Elsa

It was a crisp fall morning in our charming little town, still smelling faintly of campfire after the big forest fire that swept through the nearby hills. The townsfolk were tired, the firefighters were exhausted, and everyone was running on nothing but caffeine and hope.
Elsa strutted into Syndicate, her icy blue cloak trailing behind her. She ordered her usual:
“One triple-shot, caramel drizzle, iced vanilla latte with extra extra extra ice.
Barista, Alex, raised an eyebrow. Elsa, you brought your own ice? And she did. With a flick of her fingers, Elsa filled her cup with perfectly cubed, diamond-clear ice.
That morning, as the town gathered at the café for their fire recovery community meeting, the atmosphere was a bit gloomy. The forests were blackened, and the streams that once flowed strong had nearly dried up from the heat.
Elsa looked around and felt a chill of determination. “Sierra Madre needs a cool down,” she said with a wink. Before anyone could ask what she meant, she stepped outside, lifted her hands, and whoosh…a glittering breeze rolled down the mountain. Within moments, the scorched hills shimmered with gentle frost, and the dry riverbed glistened as streams of water began to trickle again.
The townspeople cheered. The mayor laughed and said, “Elsa, I think we just found its new climate control system.” Elsa raised her cup, powered by community spirit.
The café rang with chatter again. From that day on, every latte came with a side of sparkle and just enough magic to keep Sierra Madre cool all year round.