And Ivan was very lucky.
There she sat on a frozen bench- the only bench that was in the garden he was fighting hard to protect from her ice storm.
There was only but a tiny hole in the middle of the canopy he set over the garden.
“Bella” he said, stepping into the garden.
It was warmer than usual or perhaps it was only because he was very cold in the snow storm.
She turned towards him, eyes icy and cold.
Her skin was beginning to frost and her hair- he noticed that it was beginning to turn white at the roots.
Oh no.
The Spirit of Ice in her wanted to take over- The Ice Queen.
Erik made me the happiest person during our stay in Manhattan.
I almost cried out in glee when he told me of his plan.
We were going to be acting as normal people on a normal honeymoon.
So we booked a roo
