Despot & Frosa
Despot
Ever thought about how a precise plan could turn the fleeting beauty of ice into something lasting?
Frosa
It’s a quiet thought, the way I trace the frost on a window, dreaming of a sculpture that doesn’t melt. I do love a map in my mind, a little choreography of edges and light, but I also keep my hands on the moment, feeling the ice sing before it disappears. Planning is a tool, not a cage.
Despot
The frost may dance, but it does not hold. To keep a shape you must build a framework that outlasts the melt. Plan, then act, and do not rely on the fleeting beauty alone.
Frosa
You’re right, a skeleton can hold a form, but it still needs that fragile breath of ice to make it sing. I build my frames, but the real magic is in the fleeting touch that turns a cold shape into an art that feels alive.
Despot
You have the frame, that is the real foundation. The ice is just a fleeting ornament—use it, but do not let it dictate your structure. Control the conditions, keep the form stable, then let the brief sparkle pass.