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[glacio]

If anyone would like to go ice skating, please do feel free to join me in the unused gathering hall on the fifth floor of Caer Glaem. Skates can be provided for those who need them, as well as a quick skating lesson, if you've never had the chance to try before. I'll be here all day.

I hope to see you soon!

Oh, and don't forget to bundle up!



[ ooc: basically Elsa's taken one of the bigger rooms and froze it all over, so it'll probably look a little like this, only wider right yeah. big room. instead of putting up a log I'm just going to say go ahead and use this as an actionspam party post kinda deal, if you want! closed threads are cool ( even if they're not open to Elsa, though you can handwave that she gave them literal ice skates ), open to all that would have access to the Seelie castle. i just thought an ice skating party would be cute, haha. just label if it's a text reply or an action thread in the subject or whatever, yus ]

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[kingsdaughter]

No, it isn't. [The fairy mumbles to himself and sits in a huff on Sigrid's shoulder.] They don't like iron, is all, and they like steel even less. I tried to make them a house today and they wouldn't so much as take a sniff at it because it was made from a box with iron hinges. Promise you you shouldn't take it hard. Give them cake and they'll follow you anywhere, iron or no iron.

[All three fairies look at Hiccup at the mention of cake.]

[breadmaking]

Oh, I didn't know that.

[Learn something new every day, huh? Scratching the back of his head, he now finds himself concerned that having an iron foot might cause him a great deal of bad luck around here, even if so far, things have been...okay.]

Unfortunately I'm all out of the cake I usually have on hand. [Shrugging in a very 'what can you do?' manner, he smiles jokingly. But, he does offer an apologetic look the fairies' way.] Sorry guys. Maybe next time.

[kingsdaughter]

[The fairies are fairly forgiving, at least. They seem to forget all about the iron foot now they know he would give them cake if he had any. They tuck themselves away in various articles of Sigrid's clothing to stay warm.]

If you can balance, I could try helping you slide along the ice, [She suggests cautiously.] My sister and I do it without blades all the time, since before she could even walk properly.

[breadmaking]

Uhhh...

[It's a nice offer, really, but he's not sure... He's kind of only just getting used to walking on his new foot, and the last time he'd stepped on ice with it... It hadn't exactly been pretty.

But at the same time, getting out on the ice would be a lot more fun than just hanging around on the sidelines... Glancing down at his feet, Hiccup thinks quickly, then glances back up at Sigrid.]

Oh, why not. It's worth a shot. [Sheepish smile.] If you really don't mind, then...sure. Let's give it a try.

[kingsdaughter]

Just try not to kill me on accident. Everything else can be mended.

[She reaches out with her palms up.] Take hold of my arms.

[breadmaking]

[He laughs, albeit nervously.]

I'll try.

[Then, with a nod, he steps a bit closer to the ice and reaches out, taking a light grasp on her arms. Hopefully this doesn't end absolutely horribly...]

Okay. As long as we go slow...I think I should be able to keep my balance.

[That's just guesswork though; he's not really sure what'll happen once the metal foot hits ice.]

[kingsdaughter]

Keep your knees bent but soft, don't stiffen up, and your feet a little wider apart than your shoulders.

[She grips his forearms.] Ready? I'm going to go backwards now.

[She starts off slow. It can hardly be helped, since his weight is going to slow her down anyway.]

[breadmaking]

Uh, okay, bent soft, don't stiffen--...feet wider apart than shoulders. Okay, I think... [His eyes intent on his feet and legs, trying to determine whether he's gotten into the correct position or not, Hiccup finally gives a nod.] I think I've got it.

[Gripping her forearms back, perhaps a little more tightly than necessary, Hiccup tries his best not to stiffen up as Sigrid starts to move backwards. It's a challenge, even more so when he feels himself being tugged along after her, but...he manages okay.]

I think it's working! [There's faint excitement in his voice, but his face is still firmly directed down toward his feet, watching them carefully for any sign that one of them--namely the metal one--might slip out from underneath him and bring both of them crashing down.

But so far, so good.]

[kingsdaughter]

[She's grinning now, and doesn't even know it.]

Good. Now look at me, not at your feet. Relax and just be carried along.