Kimberly looked out her office window, sipping a coffee. Last public skate of the day had ended a few minutes ago, the only lesson scheduled was the one for the Frost Sirens, and the letters explaining what to bring for practice had already been sent to the four volunteers. They were supposed to bring skates, practice outfits, and warm-up clothes, but to be honest, Kimberly felt she had her work cut out for her. Two former hockey players, probably wouldn't have the right skates, and a former wrestler, probably wouldn't have skates at all. Not to mention the odd one out: a girl who could skate, but not on the level of the hockey players. It was possible she had skates of her own, but Kimberly wouldn't hinge any bets on it. Past that, Kimberly needed to get measurements taken for each girl, and also get opinions on dress design. That would take a backseat, though, to getting them all fitted for figure skates so they wouldn't have to use poorly-fitting rental skates for practice. Kimberly sighed and took another sip of her coffee, looking out at the snowy landscape that was the ice rink's parking lot. This was going to be a long autumn and winter.