Marriage has never been in my dreams. I had been living together for many years for good and bad. No children and constant roller coaster did not speak to strengthen the tires. It was only that the thoughts of a wedding in an ice church became irresistible. For some reason, I am completely fascinated by ice-cream. My first visit to one Ice Hotel, I made with my future wife in the early 90's. Since then, the ice hotel has been built up and melted down many times, bigger and more impressive each year.

I was deeply touched by the beautiful ice sculptures in natural ice from the Torne River and the double bed of ice-cream with real fall. I video-filed while saying, "Close to this, I will not be a wedding suite." Those words turned out to be fatal because my partner settled on the phrase and began to look at the possibilities. Suddenly it became an exciting adventure. Just run the line!

Magical light in the church

The church was handcrafted with a large cross of ice. Walls and ceilings are made of snow, the altar and the benches of cleanest natural ice cream. I never forget the unique light in the church. It can only be described as magical. In spite of this dress and elegant shoes in the cold, the wedding ceremony took place in good order. The priest sang the Capella and the rings fit perfectly. The dinner in the inn tasted good, and the presents were nice. When it was time for a wedding night on ice bed and runoff, it was nice to crawl down in a big double-bed bag. The temperature was around four degrees, and we were provided with a knitted top flap to keep warm. In the morning a friendly gentleman came in with hot raspberry juice and transported us to a luxurious sauna. The heat returned to the body and I felt some happiness at home.