Sweet Olivia was introduced to me as the Snow Queen; a title she took seriously. With her blonde hair and lovely coat and hat, she looked like a child from 18th century Russian aristocracy.
I was honoured as she held my hand while we skipped through the snow. We photographed amongst the trees, a neighbours winter garden, and around a sandstone castle. Alas, other stately duties called and I was dismissed with a wave of her hand and an 'I don't want to be photographed anymore'.
But no one can take away my 15 minutes of fame with the Snow Queen.
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