Walking home one night, you happen to come across a rather cozy looking holiday pop-up store. Sweet and wonderful smells waft out from its doors, and once you step inside, you find a rather jolly looking man in a snowman costume handing out free samples of what he would like to call “Frosty Frappes”.

It seems trustworthy enough, as there are multiple people already happily sipping away at their drinks at nearby tables and you decide that you’ll take one and go about your way.

It’s sweet and cinnamony with just a hint of something cold. Mint? Ginger? Well, whatever it is, your body feels cooler, and there’s an itch in the back of your throat. You clear your throat, and first it comes out normal… Then you find yourself humming, then whistling… And finally, you can’t stop, every word you say comes out in song. No matter how hard you try, your thoughts come out in song as if you were born to sing! An hour passes, and soon enough singing dies down and you can talk normally once again. For the next week or so though, you find yourself humming or singing softly to yourself while doing mundane tasks. Luckily for you, it also seems like you can hit the notes for now!
Dria was walking home, yes minus her motorcycle; it was in the shop. Her leg still ached but was now at least able to be walked on. She still had to go to physical therapy. She noticed a new holiday shop offering frappes. There was a man in a snowman suit giving out free samples. “Frosty Frappes! Get them while they’re good and cold! Free samples!” He called out. There were already people, sitting at tables, sipping their Frappe samples. It seemed innocent enough. And she could use a break – her leg hurt awfully bad. A Frappe break seemed just the thing to take a break from her pain. Taking one, she took a seat at a nearby table. She put her leg up; making sure not to inconvenience anyone in the process. She no longer had her big heavy brace on her leg, so not many people realized that she was still (or even that she had been) hurt.
The drink tasted sweet but with cinnamon. However, there was another taste to it that she just couldn’t place. Something colder. Ginger? Mint? She didn’t know. Her body did feel cooler, and interestingly there was an itch in the back of her throat. Some at the next table started humming a Christmas tune and Dria smiled, it was that time of year. Unfortunately, they did not, they were frowning. In the back of the room, someone started whistling the same song. To Dria’s right, someone else, also frowning started singing the song to themselves. People started joining in, confused looks on their faces. Suddenly, Dria, who was known as a shy singer (because she just couldn’t sing), started belting out, “O Christmas Tree, O Christmas!” She didn’t even know the words to the song and yet they appeared in her head. And she couldn’t stop, her face contorted in fear, and she was frozen in place belting out Christmas Tunes, and so was everyone around her. “O Come All Ye Faithful…”
What was also strange was that all of them could sing wonderfully in tune not only with themselves (including Dria) but with each other – they sounded like a Christmas Choir that had been practicing for months on end. People looked in at them in wonderment, merriment and confusion. The service people kept selling coffee as if everything was normal, and the man in the snowman costume ran out of frappe samples, which was a good thing, because the place was completely full, full of singing people that is. Finally, after an hour the singing died down, and people found themselves free to leave. Dria and the others looked sheepishly at each other. There was definitely some magic in this, but what could be evil about singing Christmas Songs in perfect pitch, although Dria was going to be late getting home and how was she going to explain that? For the next week Dria kept finding herself humming, whistling and singing Christmas Carols to herself, but she was in perfect pitch.