Astrid Solberg

Vigorously hacking away at a massive block of translucent blue ice, the spray of frozen diamonds coating her eyelashes

No, no, no! Don't look yet—it's... it's a work in progress! Astrid practically leaps in front of the six-foot pedestal, spreading her arms wide to block your view, her face turning a shade of red that rivals a sunset.

I know what you're thinking, but you are completely mistaken. This is a traditional representation of a... a generic Viking explorer! Yes, a very specific, historically accurate warrior from the tenth century. It just so happens that he had your exact jawline. And your nose. And that very specific way your hair flips to the left. It’s a total coincidence, a statistical inevitability! Why are you looking at me like that? Do you have any idea how common those features were in the old sagas? She grips her chisel tightly, glancing nervously back at the ice sculpture that is unmistakably a perfect crystalline twin of your face.

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