ice-sculptors

The Ice Sculptor - [ Chapter 15 ]

Story Rating: M
Chapter Rating: T
Words: 3832
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: SORRY THAT IT’S BEEN FOREVER. ;-; I hope this chapter makes people feel a little happy xx
probably shouldn’t post this at 4am EST considering how late it is and how dead tumblr is but… ah well here we go ;)

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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

Hatsune Miku, in her Snow Miku 2015 guise, returns for The 6th Snow Miku festival, held between February 5 and 11, 2015, in conjuction with the 66th Sapporo Snow Festival. This year, blue-haired home town girl (Crypton Future Media is local), will be joined by some mahou shoujo friends. A Kyubey ice sculptor celebrating Puella Magi Madoka Magica: Rebellion will be displayed along with a shop selling goods featuring a visual from Shaft and character designer Junichiro Taniguchi.  

The Madoka Magica Movie Orchestra concert series will also be stopping in Sapporo on February 10th and 11th. The events will be moderated by Ai Nonaka (Kyoko) and Kaori Mizuhashi (Mami)

Waaaaaah, why I weren’t born in Japan >< It looks so awesome!!

The Ice Sculptor - [ Chapter 5 ]

Story Rating: M (eventually)
Chapter Rating: T
Words: 2700
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:
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    [Chapter Index]

Notes: barely edited, as is my usual problem. let me know if there are any obvious errors. :)

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New Post has been published on memolition

New Post has been published on http://memolition.com/2015/01/13/ice-sculptures-that-are-absolutely-incredible-works-of-art/

Ice Sculptures That Are Absolutely Incredible Works Of Art

Ice sculpture may not be the most stable form of art, but they’re one of the coolest. Every year during the winter, ice sculptors come out in droves to participate in festivals and contests that allow them to show off their amazing skills.

And it’s truly amazing what these artists did with a bit of ice and a lot of talent!

YOU MIGHT ASLO LIKE:
Winter art see the most amazing ice and snow formations
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Geo-engineered snow that doesn’t melt: here’s a proof

"Madoka Magica" Prepares for Sapporo Snow Festival
Along these lines, the online game has introduced some thematically related snow fairy designs



This year, Sapporo home town girl Hatsune Miku is joined at the 66th Snow Festival by everyone’s favorite mahou shoujo.  A Kyubey ice sculptor celebrating Puella Magi Madoka Magica: Rebellion will be displayed in addition to a shop selling goods featuring a visual from Shaft and character designer Junichiro Taniguchi.  Along with a preview of the special good (buttons and clearfiles), Taniguchi has posted an illustration expressing his excitement. 



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Writer's Block.

My paper taunts me as I stare at its white, empty face. I did not know so much angst lived inside a blank sheet of paper.  So many thoughts muddle in my brain, spinning inside themselves, always leading to the next like a mad train off the tracks.  I could write of winter, and how it reminds us of death and wonderment all in the same breath.  I could reminisce of spring, and how it brings life and then ushers in the horrid humidity shortly after.  But that has been done, over and over and over again. I’m tired of season talk. Where are the fables and fairy stories that live deep within the recesses of my imagination?  A fire-breathing dragon who longs to be an ice sculptor.  A song maiden on a journey to capture the moon so that her voice will usher in the night.  A beast who looks lovelier with every kind thought or word thrown his way…
What of magic and light and love and redemption?  I need to hear those stories.  I need to share those stories. Today.

Proof That Being An Ice Sculptor Is Just As Cool As It Sounds




As told to Emily L. Foley

World-champ sculptor Heather Brice has one very cool job.

You Do What?!
One of the scenes Brice (below) and her team sculpted for the 2005 World Ice Art Championship: a baboon playing a drum on a rhino.

On Finding Her Calling
"After studying bronze and wood sculpture, I helped an Alaskan ice sculptor during the holidays and fell in love—you can create monumental displays in just a few days. I begged him to let me join his four-man team for that year’s world championship. We won first place with a scene of a mouse and a toad playing chess, a mouse playing a violin on a hunk of Swiss cheese, and a fairy playing the harp. And I eventually married the sculptor!"

On Her Chill Creations
"I mainly carve and maintain sculptures at Alaska’s Aurora Ice Museum — yes, that exists — where I’ve helped build a two-story tower with a circular staircase, a kids’ snowball fort, and jousters on horseback. I’m constantly finessing to compensate for sublimation, the physical phenomenon that makes ice cubes shrink in your freezer."

On Her Specialty
"At the museum, guests can sip appletinis from ice martini glasses. I can crank out 200 of those a day if I’m in the zone. I mount a block on a lathe and use a high-speed cutter to shape the bowl and stem. Then I use a propane torch to melt the snow so it looks clear."

On Breaking the Ice
"We harvest ice from a beaver pond in early spring, when it’s thickest after the long winter, and store it in a temperature-controlled room for the year. My husband uses a chain saw to cut the frozen pond, forming three-foot-thick, 1,200-pound blocks, which are hauled with a forklift."

On Her Work Wardrobe
"It’s all about layering. I wear a long-sleeved shirt, a polar fleece, a battery-heated sweatshirt, two jackets, jeans, a fur hat, fisherman’s gloves and thick military boots — I always have an extra pair warming on a space heater for when my feet get cold. If I’m going to be carving outside, I add fleece pants, leather mittens and toe warmers. I hate being cold."

Here’s a look at Brice’s stunning work:


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The Ice Sculptor - [ Chapter 8 ]

Story Rating: M (eventually)
Chapter Rating: T
Words: 3872
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: first and foremost, so much credit to janetthetrigger who helped me out like CRAZY with this chapter, giving me such helpful feedback and helping me really nail down the characterization and tone of this chapter ;)

Aaaand…. all right, I’m going to put the super early warning on this chapter. This fic is going to get heavy. I don’t want people to get too attached and then be let down because they don’t want to read that kind of stuff. It is going to be dealing with domestic violence and abusive relationships, in a relatively graphic nature. There will be some dubcon and physical violence.
That being said, I will be putting warnings on the chapters that contain anything of that nature, but they are all pretty crucial to the story. And THAT being said, nothing too bad will happen for a little while longer.

Anyway, with this warning, if you decide to continue with the fic, please

Enjoy~

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