"Eeeeee!" Cloe drops her dolly on her daddy's lap as she jumps to her feet and claps her hands, and then Silver's in the room too, and calling for the other resident little flying girlbaby to come decorate Frost like a Christmas tree.

yOp: *oops face. Glances at his dad* I have the names of people who want ice sculptures. Do you think we should get them done now and store them?