When Beecher came back out his grin was wide enough to fit a car through. And just as fake. “Well kids, Have I got a story for you,” he said with a wince, and his grin darkened. They climbed out of the van at the driver's insistence. He was obviously done with them and just wanted to be on his way. Looking lost and forlorn they began to climb out into the barren tundra. They turned to Beecher, confused. “Are we supposed to dig a den in the ground then my love?” Aquina cooed. ”Actually…” he replied. He began to walk briskly toward the lone igloo-looking building that he had just left. Looking over his shoulder, he winked. Without hesitation, they grabbed their bags and ran after him. They stood in a cavernous room, made of packed snow. Pillars of ice glistened and shone. The overhead lights refracted off the pillars casting sparks of rainbow prisms across the room. The effect was spectacular. All heads turned as Zinnia gasped in wonder and stretched out her arms in a