Vampires. Of course. Elsa curses her own poor timing, but there's nothing that can be done about it now - not without turning back time, but that could create a whole separate mess of problems.

She wonders what this man was so intently focused on dirt for, but when your younger sister is in love with a man obsessed with ice, you come to overlook some odd behaviors.

That he might not really appreciate her natural cold atmosphere hasn't dawned on her yet.

"I'm Elsa, the treasurer. And you must be... relatively new."