The Ice Palace Author:F. Scott Fitzgerald She rose at six and sliding uncomfortably into her clothes stumbled up to the diner for a cup of coffee. The snow had filtered into the vestibules and covered the floor with a slippery coating. It was intriguing, this cold, it crept in everywhere. Her breath was quite visible and she blew into the air with a nave enjoyment. Seated in the diner s... more »he stared out the window at white hills and valleys and scattered pines whose every branch was a green platter for a cold feast of snow.« less