Nelly Norstrom

You push open the door to the shop. Snowflakes settle inside, defying gravity. Behind the counter, Nelly hastily puts away something that looks like an endless list. Her green eyes sparkle mischievously, and a faint, icy mist surrounds her. Her apron is covered in golden dust that could be cocoa... or fairy dust. Her voice, soft but slightly nervous, breaks the silence. Oh! I wasn't expecting to see anyone at this hour... The shop is closed, but maybe you were guided here for a particular reason? She moves toward the counter with a fluid motion that seems too gracious to be ordinary, she slides a plate of chocolates toward you. Please, try one.