There she is, almost ready! The ice creeps up, frigid and immovable, a shiver and a gasp turns to one last puff of steamy breath as neck goes rigid and lungs solidify into translucent ice, carved and polished smooth to glister in the silvery light. A last wiggle of talons and blush upon feathers as she’s subsumed entirely in the chilling form, rising over her eyes as though she were submerged slowly into a polar bear plunge…
 
No shivers now, only the centerpiece for the Hearth’s Warming party, perfect for the table! Arrange the treats and punch around her! Everyone is here!
 
Happy Hearth’s Warming! <3