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Olive calls it Elsa, but I refuse

So I dyed this awesome yarn for a friend, and I loved it so much that I dyed up a whole lot more. The yarn reminded me of zombie ice dragons with cold blue eyes and a giant wall of ice... and it was glorious... and loved it. Then the tiny one comes up and with one word all my dreams and mental images of ice dragons came crashing down and suddenly even though I tried really hard not to let it happen..... Olive calls this Elsa, but I refuse.