Once, many years ago, Mr. Hunter and I took the overnight train north from Stockholm. By the time we woke up the next morning, the landscape was a wintery, tundra-like scene. We arrived in Kiruna, wandered around a bit, and then took a bus to the tiny town of Jukkasjärvi, home of the Icehotel.
How did it feel to walk into a structure made entirely of ice and snow? What did it look like?
If you read Hotter on Ice, you'll find answers to these questions! When I wrote the book, I started with my memories, mixed them with a little fantasy, and put them into Henning's and Alya's perspectives. Of course, Mr. Hunter and I weren't there on a modelling shoot (!!), and Mr. Hunter isn't my bodyguard, but you will find hints of the real me hiding in this book.