three: silver-spit white

idiom
The Ice Queen. You’re on a vast plain. It’s covered in snow, very delicate powdery snow. It’s also snowing this delicate powdery snow, but it’s so fine in the air it’s hard to tell if it’s mist or just the fading light or snow. It’s late afternoon, looks later than it is because of the clouds in the sky, because of the grey and white-ness. What little light there is seems to come from everywhere at the same time. The Ice Queen (and with her the thought that Aslan might die and the fear and sadness and enormity of this) swishes away in her sled, which is pulled by silent creatures just as the field begins. She’s gone, and you’re left alone. You still know that she’s there, somewhere, even though the space is huge and empty and very, very cold.

violin sounds
Prepare the violin by clamping a clothes peg on II, so that it leans over on I and under III. Place the mute on IV. Hand in muting position

1. Ragged uneven tremolando on II, behind and on bridge.

2. Bowing gently on IV and III, far side of left hand.

3. Ricochet bowing on IV and III, molto flautando.

4. Light scrubbing on IV and III.

5. Right hand banging on I, as if aggressively fingering a fast, complex melody (no bow).

6. Silence



voice sounds

1. Sniffs and short intakes/expellations of breath. Very very cold/scared.
[ ha ] ha as in had. Warm, at back of throat
[ ts ] ts as in shorts. On intake of breath.

2. Little hoops of sound, at back of throat, like fragment of scared noise

3. Longer breath sounds

4. Silence