Violeta & Frosa
Violeta
Hey Frosa, ever imagined turning your ice sculptures into a kind of symphony? I could crank up a guitar and play over a frozen stage, watching the notes melt into the cold. What do you think—music in the chill?
Frosa
That feels like a dream—ice and music intertwining. The guitar's resonance would ripple across the frozen surface, but I’d need to keep the room colder than usual; a single warm note could melt a detail. Maybe a gentle chord, a slow tempo, so the crystal stays true to its shape while humming. It would be a quiet, chilly concerto that only the wind and the ice would hear.
Violeta
That’s exactly the kind of wild, quiet jam I’d love to run with you, Frosa. Just imagine the guitar hum, the ice echoing every note like a crystal choir—keeps the vibe low but intense. Let’s make it a secret concert only the wind can catch, yeah?