Whaddaya know: The ICEHOTEL in Sweden, a frozen palace that opened for its 22nd consecutive year on Saturday, has an in-house drummer. Just don't make him mad.
Too late! This elven-haired slammer somehow obtained a super-special set of ice skins that reverberated nicely in the subzero confines of the all-ice hotel. So what does he do? Like a Scandinavian Peter Criss settling a contract dispute, he utterly beats them into cocktail cubes. No letting the encroaching warmer temperature of the summer steal his thunder.