The Grave

For countless hours and nights a figure can be seen walking to and from the secluded grove, and if one were to spy upon them, they would see a woman working on an ice sculpture, chipping and molding it into it's proper shape. Each night she stays for a few hours, and progresses the statue further, putting a lot of time and care into this specific piece, standing it up next to the silver blade. By the end of the tenday, she seems to of completed it, giving a toothy grin she lets out a long, breath of freezing air coating the statue one last time in a more permanent layer of ice. Walking away she brushes some gathering frost from her sleeve, proud in a job well done.