She’s worked at Iceland for fifteen years. Likes to think that everyone knows her, that she’s popular with the customers, that people care. She decides the fate of frozen fish, and fresh veg past it’s sell by date. Issues icy words of advice to slacking underlings, at home in the deep freeze where artificial snow clings to the walls.
She is the Ice Queen. Her subjects are frozen peas in a pod.
She is the Ice Queen. Not for nothing, but for £8.30ph before tax and national insurance.