I have an idea for a surefire money maker that would appeal to all ages. It would be an exhibit that allows visitors to walk around and look at people whose bodies had, a long time ago, been trapped in a glacier.

Particularly princesses. With their bright pink dresses still visible through the blue, frozen haze. Caught like a snapshot in time, their eyes milky, their bejeweled hands outstretched as though, at the moment of their demise, they thought they could claw their way back to life.

I’d call it “Disney On Ice.”