ITP: The Snow Queen's Garden

[atotalicequeen]

[It's still a few hours before dawn, but if for some reason you are strolling about camp at this ungodly hour, you may find yourself walking into a clearing in camp where it's snowing a good bit harder than anywhere else. Inside this miniature blizzard you will find a garden of ice sculptures. Weaving through the glittering statues is an equally

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[needsahandjob]

[does he throw a snowball at Emma's back while she can't read his mind?

HELL YES.]

[atotalicequeen]

[Direct hit!]

What on earth?!

[needsahandjob]

Those horrible people throwing snowballs. Terrible, aren't they?

[atotalicequeen]

Not that you would know anything about that, hm?

[needsahandjob]

Of course not, Ms Frost!

[atotalicequeen]

I don't even need to switch forms and read your mind to know it was you. You really need to work on that acting.

[needsahandjob]

I don't care if you know it or not. You're not my supervisor anymore. What are you going to do, give me detention?

[atotalicequeen]

[Gritting teeth a bit]

No, but I assumed I didn't have to worry about you throwing things like a toddler.

[needsahandjob]

No, I have far better aim than a toddler.

[atotalicequeen]

Perhaps with your snowballs. Your witty banter, however, remains decidedly juvenile.

[needsahandjob]

It's part of my charm.

[atotalicequeen]

Is that in spite of or in addition to the juvenile delinquency?

[needsahandjob]

Addition to. What else are you going to do with snow?

[atotalicequeen]

Build a snowman, watch it fall, throw it at someone else. I'm open to ideas.

[needsahandjob]

Now you're encouraging my delinquency.

[atotalicequeen]

I'm not your instructor anymore, remember?