Ta-da! I truly don't know why I feel compelled to use every last prompt word people give me; it only seems to encourage you sadists to say things like "quince." There were two that didn't make the cut, but I think I should be forgiven because I used Mara's facetious and serious prompts both.
We had:
Kelgar01: brr, yummy
Aishabintjamil: sauna, ice, generator
Addison Albright: goggles, wipe-out, stuck
Pink1dragon: nude, muscles, snow boots
Chris Quinton: icicle, broken, frostbite
Molly Church: cinnamon, fire, starlight
Marasmine: slalom, flag, ouch, idiot, blue balls
Coyboygal: hot chocolate, snuggle, cold
TC Blue: platypus, cup, slushee
Eden Winters: quince, lemon
Ali Wilde: penguin, champagne, cheese
A caveat: Kurt doesn't always think sufficiently far ahead, and this story was somewhat influenced by the book I finished this morning: Anansi Boys, by Neil Gaiman.
( The story: )I hadn't planned to use the pic as a prompt for me, more as eye-candy for you, but hey, it was fun!
Thanks to all who stopped by today; I will post the winner of the copy of Snow in the morning, just to let insomniacs and residents of the far time zones have a chance to comment.
Rhyssd, you have not been forgotten: your copy of Snow will come just as soon as I see the file.