The Ice Palace...

Part of your story should take place in or around a Ice Palace. Remember 100 words only!
A story from Sarah's Mum:
This place where you now row your boat was once a crisp, crunchy place, that creaked and crackled. It was cold. So cold I feared to breathe in case my throat froze. My eyes welled up, smarting in the frosty air; the tears that fell froze on my face.
It was a calm place; a stillness and a silence that took hold of my heart. Water frozen into nature’s sculpture, an ice palace.
It was a place where white foxes roamed hunting arctic hares; and polar bears gave birth and hunted from the ice sheets.
Now they are gone.
One day I was walking through the
arctic when I saw something glisening
in the distance, I decided to take a closer
look. I got a close up view and it was a state of the
art hotel, it was built completely of ice.
I took a look inside and there were thousands of rooms,
I kept looking and there was even ice stairs. I went
back outside it and it was a wonderful view I could see
penguins diving into the sea and polar bears roaming the ice, I looked back at the doorway and it said the ice-palace.