When she reached the other one, she cheerfully hit the doorbell because she thought it would also be another successful delivery.

“Who's that?!!” She heard a voice that roared to the neighborhood.

The door opened and an old man appeared with a converged eyebrow and sour face. She felt a little nervous and stepped back a little.

“Huh? What is it? Ringing the doorbell this hot day? Are you fooling around?!” he asked irritatedly making Shirayuki shrunk in fear.

“Ahhh... ehh... I'm just here to...”

“I can't hear your voice! What are you mumbling about?! Are you cursing me?!” She continued to cower in fear as the old man yelled at her.

“I'm... I'm from Takuya Dagashi Shop!! Here's your delivery!!” she shouted.

“Are you shouting at me?!”

“No. I'm sorry.” She looked like a scared little kitten.

“Bring those inside.” He ordered which she just followed.

While walking inside, Shirayuki noticed that the old man's back was hurting when he was holding it. She put the delivery on the table and the old man went to the garden and sat down while looking at the sky.

“Ahh... Oji-san, does your back hurt?” she asked but the old man glared at her.

“You're still here! And don't mind my back! You can go back to that old man now!”

“Eh... you're an old man too,” she whispered.

“Old man? Probably that sleepy owner of that dagashi shop.”

She noticed him struggling on his back pain and she couldn't look away from that. She went to a room facing the garden and put a futon on the floor.

“Oji-san, try to lie down for a second. Don't strain your back by sitting there. Let me help you by massaging it.” She offered help.

“Massage? Are you serious?! You're not a professional so I won't let you take care of my back. What will you do if you make it worse!” he shouted making her sigh in annoyance.

She somewhat had a soft spot in the elderly... but, sometimes, she also got annoyed by them.

“Just lie down on the futon, you stubborn old man! Don't make me repeat myself! You want me to drag you here!” She snapped.

The old man got surprised and just went to the futon and lied down. He felt a little scared when she shouted at him and her eyes were sharp.

“Turn around so I can massage your back.” The old man just followed her without any complaints.

“Okay, I just can't put pressure on his back. I need to gently ease any stress and lumps on it. I need to make my hands cold but not freezing.”

She focused on controlling her powers in her hands. About a few seconds passed when she felt her palms were starting to get cold.

“Okay, here I go.”

She started rubbing the lower part where she saw him touching it. She was finding some lumps and stressed areas. The old man felt good with her touched and calmed for a while.

“Your hands are cold but it is soothing. I felt like my back pain was starting to dissolve,” he commented.

“Then, it's good.”

About a few minutes more when she noticed that all the stressed areas were nowhere to be found and the old man was already looking satisfied. She ordered him to lay on his back and rest for a while.

“Now, I have an idea but I don't know if I can pull it off. But, so be it.”

She touched the futon with both of her hands and closed her eyes. She was searching in her memories until she found what she was looking for. She exhaled some air before starting her plan.

“Oh, the mist, hug them with your coldness. Not too tight, not too loose. Make them comfortable, calm them down. Heed my words...” She opened her eyes. “Cold mist.”

A mist started to release from her hands and covered the futon. The old felt good with that and slowly fell asleep. Shirayuki just smiled with that and because her plan succeeded.

“The coldness of this futon will remain overnight so he can still use it after.” She stood up and saw him sleeping. “I will make my way out, Oji-san.”

She decided to go back to the shop after those deliveries. While biking, she thought of that experience and started to wonder.

“A sneezy Oba-san, a grumpy Oji-san and a sleepy old man.” She smirked after saying those words. “Really like the seven dwarfs.”