[PurpleBox]

The once empty shop now had many sculptures, figurines and different types of containers, the ice almost looked like clear cut and smooth crystal. Though it gave off the chill that ice always did, inside Frost had the handle of a hammer in her muzzle when she looked up towards the knock on the door. Instead of the blind mare opening the door two young colts open the door, one with a dark red coat and a blue mane the same color as Frost’s, he was slightly chunky and spoke in a very loud voice.

“HI THERE!” some of the things on the shelves by the front shook and Frost’s pale blue magic glowed around them to stop the shaking. The colt next to the red one had a pale yellow coat and a mint green mane with darker green strands, it covered his eyes mostly and he was on the skinnier side.

“Rumble Singer! How many times have I told you to not shout at ponies….” Frost trotted up to them and the door. “Sorry about that… my brothers, oh! Hello Crystaline, thank you for stopping by!” The blind mare had recognized the other unicorns voice, The blue haired colt pouted as the other one patted his back.

“My parents arrived last night with my brothers to help with the opening… I’m really nervous.” The blind mare said sheepishly. “Anyway these are my little brother, Rumble and Tumble Singer.” She introduced the two colts who waved ho before Tumble, the yellow one pulled his brother back towards the back of the shop. Their mum and dad where exploring Canterlot for a bit before the opening in the afternoon. So Frost was watching them, again, she’d always had them in her smaller studio back in the valley.

“Feel free to stop by during the opening, there’s going to be some food and drinks too, to help draw ponies in you know?” She said rubbing the back of her head, it was clear this was making the mare nervous, she’d never sold any of her things like this before, she’d made bits off of making things for ponies in the valley as gifts. As well as trading her sculptures at Rainbow falls every now and then.

Down by the train station Cyclone Kick stepped off the early morning train with a tired and apathetic looking mare behind him, a purple mane clip sparkled on one side of her mane as she let out a yawn. “Why did you pull me away from work again… aside from Frost’s opening… we could have slept in and caught a later train Cy….” The mares crimson coat was partially covered by a simple black cloak to keep herself warm.

“Dark Dream! Cyclone Kick! Thank Celestia you two made it on time.” an older stallion called to them, his coat a darker pale yellow and his mane a dark forest green. DD sighed but smiled weakly seeing her Uncle Earth Tiller, the stallion greeted the friends before they began to wards Singer’s Sculptures. The stallion had a very proud look on his face.