ice-sculptors

The Signs as Leslie’s Compliments to Ann:

Aries: “You vivacious rainbow of joy”

Taurus: “You beautiful, brilliant musk ox”

Gemini: “You gorgeous, simple house cat”

Cancer: “You spectacular cloud of brilliance”

Leo: “You gorgeous, purebred poodle”

Virgo: “You sneaky persistent ice sculptor”

Libra: “You beautiful, tropical fish”

Scorpio: “You misunderstood sports car”

Sagittarius: “You humble, intelligent golden retriever”

Capricorn: “You spectacular, golden-tongued sunflower”

Aquarius: “You wild, majestic unicorn”

Pisces: “You transcendent, little seahorse”

The Ice Sculptor - [ Chapter 4 ]

Story Rating: M (eventually)
Chapter Rating: T
Words: 3548
Pairing: Kristanna
Summary: Five years after the death of her parents, Anna finds herself seeking a fresh start in Anchorage, Alaska, where she reunites with her long-since-disappeared sister, Elsa, who works in the city as an ice sculptor. Long desperate for love, Anna quickly develops a close bond with two men: Hans, the sweet, charming gentleman who’s also one of Elsa’s biggest clients, and Kristoff, salt-of-the-earth, genuine, and Elsa’s best friend. But wealthy Hans has a dark side, and when Anna finds herself forced to make a decision, her new life may just take a turn for the worse.

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Notes: This chapter…. fought me. It fought me a lot. And Anna and Kris just could not keep it in their damn pants. So they took over… and here we are.
I’m so done with looking at this damn chapter, so it’s completely unedited. Please let me know if you see any jarring errors.

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IRASCIBLE || [ TIS; ask-feistypants]

Hans straightened the lapels of his jacket as he climbed out of his sleek sedan, slanting dispassionate eyes over the garishly-lit sign beckoning out to weary travelers on the interstate. The heels of his designer shoes clacked softly over the pavement as he made his way across the parking lot and towards the lobby.

A portly man in an ill-fitting dress shirt sat at the scarred wooden reception desk, absently thumbing through a wrinkled copy of Sports Illustrated with a buxom woman on the cover. Hans glanced around the room, to the faded pastel stripes on the worn armchairs, the ugly floral wallpaper.

Mentally, he sneered.

Outwardly, his face was a perfect mask of frightened concern.

He strode quietly to the desk, placing one hand upon its surface.

The man glanced over his magazine, raising his eyebrows. “Can I help you?” he asked.

Hans exhaled deeply, glancing down, brow creased in worry, before meeting the man’s eyes with his own, openly exhausted. “I dearly hope so,” he said. “I’ve been all over Fairbanks. I must have been to half a dozen hotels by now. It’s my girlfriend — we had a fight, and she ran out before I could apologize properly. I’ve been worried sick about her all night.”

The man behind the desk set his magazine down, nodding in understanding. “Women, man,” he said, offering Hans a crooked smile. “You know how they are.”

Oh, indeed I do. “I saw her car in the parking lot. I can’t tell you how relieved I was to know she’s somewhere safe.” Hans offered the man an open, pleading smile, raising up his other hand to show him the beautifully-wrapped roses held within it.  “Is there any chance you could point me to her room so I could talk to her? Small thing, 20 years old, red hair, about…” He gestured with his free hand. “…yea-high. Sweet as anything.”

The man nodded, sliding his computer keyboard over and typing quickly. “Yeah, I remember her. Cute girl. Want me to give her room a ring for you?”

Hans exhaled, scrubbing his free hand over his face, through his hair. “No,” he sighed wearily. “She’s so stubborn, she’ll probably refuse to talk to me.” He leaned against the desk, motioning the man forward. “Look… just man-to-man, is there any chance you could just give me a spare key to her room? She’s a spitfire, this one. Probably won’t even deign to talk to me until I show up on her doorstep.”

The man turned from his computer screen, eyeing Hans carefully. “I…” he started, frowning slightly. “I mean… I’m sympathetic — my girlfriend and I have had some real drag-em-outs over the past few years, but… I mean… company policy…”

"Please," Hans said, leaning just a fraction harder against the desk, and he felt his gorge rise at the word.

The man hesitated, glancing back at his computer screen.

Hans heaved a weary, dramatic sigh, reaching with his free hand into his coat pocket to retrieve his billfold.

"Sir," the man started uneasily, "I don’t think I can…"

Without a word, Hans slid two crisp hundreds across the desk, raising an eyebrow.

The man glanced around the empty lobby before quickly slipping the bills from the desk. “You were never here,” he said quietly, nodding to Hans and extracting a blank key card from a tidy stack by his computer, tapping a few keys and sliding it through a small contraption. He leaned up in his chair and handed it to Hans. “Room 63.”

"63," Hans repeated, slipping the card into his pocket.

"Down the hall and up the stairs. Should be on your right."

Hans took a deep breath, nodding. “Thank you,” he said.

The man smiled at him, genuinely. “You take care of your girl, now.”

Hans offered him a grateful nod before making his way to the nearby corridor.

His heels clacked purposefully over the stairs. He stopped long enough to roughly deposit the roses in a nearby wastebin without a backward glance.

57.

59.

61.

…63.

A nondescript door, just a flat white panel with a peephole of smudged glass.

Just in case someone knocked.

Had to knock.

Hans smirked to himself as he extracted the keycard from his pocket.

'Take care of your girl'.

That wouldn’t be a problem.

Not a problem at all.

He slotted the card to the lock and pulled the door open with a resounding slam.

2015 Ice Show to End All Ice Shows! Check This Out!

via The 2015 Harbin Ice and Snow Festival – The Atlantic.

Now this is being human!  Wowie!  What an expression of art! This is amazing and fun to watch.  Show the kids and tell them to move to antartica or Edmunton where they could build this city and live in it all year long!

Okay, I just had a terrible thought about this … I just sure hope this city wasn’t made by 10,000 Chinese children…

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Japanese Ice Sculptors Create Life-Size Bust Of Transformer!

Using a 53-foot mound of snow, Japanese ice sculptors worked hard to turn the frozen mass into a life-sized bust of Transformer character Optimus Prime for this year’s Asahikawa Winter Festival. A photo of the huge sculpture was posted by Takara Tomy on Twitter today, and it appears to be nearly ready for the start of the festival! The event itself will start tomorrow and end on the 12th in Asahikawa, Hokkaido Prefecture. A large crowd is expected, and I’m sure they’ll be happy to see the amazing work these artists have done!

via: ANN

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Oh my gosh, I almost forgot to share this with you guys. So every year, around mid January to early February, my town had their annual fire and ice festival. It’s usually to support our fire department and showcase ice sculptors’ work around town and, as you can see it got a little Frozen fever as well. Our Main Street bakery even did a whole Frozen display in their window.

The Ice Sculptor - [ Chapter 7 ]

Story Rating: M (eventually)
Chapter Rating: T
Words: 3050
Pairing: Kristanna
Summary: Five years after the death of her parents, Anna finds herself seeking a fresh start in Anchorage, Alaska, where she reunites with her long-since-disappeared sister, Elsa, who works in the city as an ice sculptor. Long desperate for love, Anna quickly develops a close bond with two men: Hans, the sweet, charming gentleman who’s also one of Elsa’s biggest clients, and Kristoff, salt-of-the-earth, genuine, and Elsa’s best friend. But wealthy Hans has a dark side, and when Anna finds herself forced to make a decision, her new life may just take a turn for the worse.

    Where to Read:
      [ff.net] [ao3]

    [Chapter Index]

Notes: I think I should probably put a warning on this fic soon about the future content… I don’t want people to get too invested only to be hit in the face with the later chapters… if people who have read it could give me a quick message if you think i should put a warning about that or not, that’d be great.
anyway, again, another chapter finished at 4 am. cut me a little slack for any serious SPaG errors, and point them out to me if you’re so inclined.
I don’t know if I like this chapter but it mostly accomplished what I wanted it to. I hope you guys enjoy it.
(why am I posting this at 4am. no one is awake lol)

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Strolling through downtown Northampton in the freezing cold to see the ice-sculptors and find the red hearts strewn through the snow. It was a good Valentine’s Day.