Refreeze My Heart.

"This is so breathtaking, exhilirating!" Ex-nurse Mallory and her then new husband, that billionaire, were so still in love. Surprising her straight after their honeymoon, he had commissioned his personal pilots and cabin staff to fly his personal jet to take these newlyweds for a flight over Antartica.

Yes, it was a new sunrise on New Year's Day. As the bubblies flowed, the South Pole was pristine, white, sparkling. The vast mountains there were reflecting back the dawn shades of rosy pink, orange and golden glow. Mallory was fascinated, but this was only the start of her adventures on a jewel-like planet. Her husband was a philothropist, and was devoted to his wife and his own thrillseeking.

As well as doing noble humane deeds for the third world, the altruistic Mr. Money Bags also liked following hair-raising challenges, excitement opportunities. He liked pushing his own envelope. Their marital harmony often wandered the globe. Ex-nurse Mallory loved to nurture, once she got over being so burned by the system. Propping up the health system was now a faded nightmare, so she nurtured her wellbeing and essence in her days. She had quickly adapted to having servants, eager to please Mrs. Money Bags.

"Oh, what to tell the chef to cook for dinner?" Zounds, this was such a life changing decision, as the chef could not really Mallory's brain. She did wonder about some of her staff, maybe they could read her mind. For example, her personal bodyguard and PA was Arlette. The years had rolled by, and Mallory's role in the plutocrats required protection from kidnapping, and a social secretary as well. Arlette was young, lean, fit, very beautiful, staying one step ahead all the time.

By now, Mr. Money Bags was in his late sixties. Silly old man had been skiing in the Italian alps, and broken his leg in three places. Even for a nurse like Mallory had been, he had been testing her limits for smiling in tolerance at this grumpy grey husband, and all his moans. The very best home nurses and physios had been hired for him. All these years later, there was global network campaigning for climate justice. Yes, Mr. Money Bags was engaged in a valuable cause to refreeze Antartica, as the ice floes kept melting to raise the sea levels. It was disappearing at a fast rate, potentially threatening all wildlife and humans in lower regions of the surrounding shores down South.

For the forseeable future, Mr. Money Bags was laid up. He had been quietly raising funds from his international playmates. There was a giant ship waiting in dock, carrying massive arrays of pumps. The mission was to cruise to the South Pole, and pump gigalitres of sea water back onto the ice floes, and let them freeze over in winter. The costs were enormous, but all the Money Bags associates had been inspired to join the collective.

As Mr. Money Bags was sidelined, he was sending ex-nurse Mallory and Arlette to be his envoys, to nurture the planet, to restore some of that former wonderland of natural splendour. Privately, Mallory was keen, her husband and his complaining tested her loyal kindness. A warrior for change, Mallory and the ship reached the South Pole. It had been a bit cramped on board, but the dining was first world. The air was crisp and fresh, each dawn was a new beginning.

The good ship anchored by nightfall, ready to start its pumping the next day. Mallory slept well, Arlette nearby, always ready to defend her boss. At first light, Mallory was summoned by the captain, who was bemused. "Listen," he told her. Mallory could hear loud symphonic music blaring over the floes.

"Who is there? What is that forest there, this is the South Pole!" Mallory and Arlette were escorted by some burly crew members ashore, also deafened by Shostakovich.

Not quite a forest was there, it was a flourishing garden of plants of pot. Not exactly a salad mix. "Some people believe classical music promotes plant growth." Arlette was quite well read for a trained assassin. The male crew were eyeing her off, she was such a fetching attractive babe, even in her semi-military combat gear and boots. Her black suit seemed to cling to her shapely, toned curvy bits. She was also well armed, no one was game to argue with Arlette.

But Mallory took control as leader of this shore party, so she called, "Anyone here? We've come to rescue you, and save the South Pole!"

A startled "Huh!" emerged from behind one row of plants of pot. A man appeared, hairy tresses flowing, a long straggly beard, wearing a parka and hood. He looked a bit intimidating, but ex-nurse Mallory had some prior experience in handling males who dabbled. She could de-escalate these tender moments. She walked up to him, placed her hand on his, and said, "So lovely to meet you. I am Mallory Money Bags, tell me your name, and come along so you can visit my ship. Lovely food and hot showers aboard. We have wine, if you are so inclined."

Mallory Money Bags was used to males being flattered by her sparkling blue eyes, it was harmless flirty stuff. She was used to getting her own way. She thought she detected a responding glitter in the stranger's eyes,. Was this going to be threat to her husband, Mr. Money Bags? Was her heart melting, gazing into the eyes of this handsome man? No way, she would let the stranger danger down lightly. Her smiles beamed, as he said, "Name's Gus. How exactly are you going to save the South Pole? From what? Pot? " He looked cross, "Are you kidding?"

Mallory was launching into her spiel about climate change being for real, and her righteous cause for climate justice. But Gus stopped listening, as his jaw dropped. He lost all interest in Mallory and her campaign plans for pumping. He had caught sight of the beautiful Arlette. Mallory did believe in lust at first sight, as Gus strode to Arlette, saying, "Take me to your leader. May your force be with me."

So, somehow, this potentially hazardous situation was defused. Mallory led Arlette and Gus, with the others, back to stay shipboard as the pumps starting flooding that section of Antartica. The nights were long for Mallory, sitting there at dinner parties aboard, observing Arlette's romantic attachment with Gus. Mallory was a practical soul, she could feel the frigid evening air, as the season was winding down towards late Autumn.

With all the influence of her money bags, it was too easy for Mallory to arrange the shipboard wedding ceremony between this fetching couple. Yes, Mallory had once or twice imagined what a romance for herself would be like, she did have some liking for Gus. He groomed up handsomely. But being realistic, she valued Mr. Money Bags, even if he was malingering on at home. His latest text told her he now wanted the ultimate thrill for a jaded billionaire. He was either going to be a mature aged F1 driver for Ferrari, or buy his own space ship.

Ex-nurse Mallory had to refreeze her heart, and read her husband the riot act about such infantile fantasia. The ship of giant pumps cruised back to more temperate zones, and our heroine just knew she would need a new personal bodyguard. Arlette seemed to have found a new vocation. Ah, what became of the South Pole, and all the frozen wilderness plants of pot? Only time would tell, guess it's never too late. Mallory noticed that rain was descending, and wondered if it was snowing in Antartica.