Ice Names の小説・ストーリー

I immediately found her. Danica. She was already on the other side of the ice, smoothly warming up with her team, her dark hair tucked tightly into her helmet. As if sensing my gaze, she paused near the blue line, and our eyes met across the vast, frozen divide. In the middle of the chaos, she gave me a small, almost shy smile. It was a fleeting, private moment, but that single look was enough to steady my racing pulse and anchor my feet.

The cool liquid felt like a tiny relief down my throat. “Feeling better, Ivy?” Walter asked softly, his voice kind. “Yeah… thanks,” I mumbled, trying to hide my embarrassment. Ronan’s eyes were on me, cold and sharp, and I felt every ounce of his scrutiny. “If you’re done acting weird, let’s get down to why you’re here,” he said, voice clipped. “As you can see, I’m super exhausted. I have to be at the ice rink by 10 a.m., so let’s make this fast.”

Anywhere you asked me to go. "Why don't you have any curiosity at all?" Isabella pouted at him in dissatisfaction. Since he didn't ask, she didn't say anything either. Just, holding his hand tightly, walking like this, as if to walk to the end of the world. Reaching the end of the path and crossing over a small hill, the view suddenly opened up, revealing a frozen lake before my eyes. Isabella pointed at the lake, speaking excitedly, "Look at these ice cubes, they're crystal clear. You can even see the aquatic plants beneath the ice, as if life has been frozen. It makes one feel as if these plants could come back to life after the spring."

A sharp pain shot through my back, but I ignored it, refusing to let it show. He sighed, his shoulders slumping as he stepped closer. "I'm just... sad, I guess. I don't want you to leave." His voice softened, tinged with reluctance. "We'll be apart—different universities and all..." I could see where this was heading. Logan's jaw tightened, and I knew it wasn't just about the distance. Riverside's hockey team and Green-Hill's had been fierce rivals for as long as anyone could remember, and the thought of me attending Riverside only added fuel to the fire.

Eric drove the car into a big entertainment company and parked the car. He turned off the engine and looked at Isabella through the rearview mirror, she had her earphones on and was pressing her iPad. He stared at her for a while before clearing his throat. "Miss Isabella?" He called but received no response. "Excuse me, Miss Isabella." He repeated but she was simply carried away. So Eric had to touch her knee which got her attention. She frowned when their eyes locked and removed the earphones.

Everything I had I built myself, worked twice as hard as anyone on this ice, double shifts on top of school, loans I was still paying off, telling myself for years it would all be worth it eventually, even some nights I still wasn't sure it would be. And I was not gonna watch some twenty-one year old with a pretty face throw it away because showing up on time felt like luxury to him. "Can we talk after practice?" His voice dropped, quieter, less of an attitude in it now, sounding almost like the guy from the police station bench last night instead of the one who'd been smirking at me across this same ice yesterday. "There's nothing to talk about. You're off this ice today." "Beckett—" "Coach

These ice-mages, as they grew up, succeeded in winning the war, and united the clans under their reign. The first child, as the one leading their siege, was called 'Icefall', because he used his ice magic to make the enemies fall to their knees and surrender before him. Icefall was the first monarch of a long dynasty, reining over the Icelands up to this very day.

The trio sat on a bench enjoying the slushy drinks that quickly dyed their tongues red and blue. “You’ve never had Icees before?” Julius asked. “No. We’ve had granita, but not this,” Caden said. “Ah…” Julius nodded, recalling the twins had grown up in Europe. Icee was definitely an American treat. It made him wonder what their life had been like, remembering how Aria spoke German so easily. “So do you both speak German?” “I know a little,” Caden shrugged. “Aria’s better at it than me.”

The broadcast cameras zoomed in, capturing the stillness of his posture, the calm determination in his gaze. He stood at the center of the rink, his head tilted down, his arms crossed loosely over his chest. He took one final, deep breath, tasting the cold, crisp air of the arena, and felt the weight of the silver medal he had been chasing for so long. It was there, just beneath the surface of the ice, waiting for him to reach out and take it. He shifted his weight, his right blade striking the ice with a sharp, decisive *clink*, and the free skate began. The opening chord of the symphony surged through the arena, and Liam Vance, the king of the ice, began his final ascent toward the gold.