Answer me Bastard

"It's done, and it's a beautiful masterpiece, don't you think?" Fiona spoke, wiping her hands together and stepping away from a large block of ice containing twelve frozen bodies. 

"Twelve men caught in the cold... it would make a great theater play," Amanda said, sitting on a chair and stepping on the head of a man lying on the ground, blood running down his forehead.

"Hahaha, that's a brilliant name, Amanda. You truly are a girl full of ideas," Fiona replied, snapping her fingers and shattering the ice block, leaving all the men lying on the ground in pieces. "But, I've reconsidered; the models are hideous and won't be successful."

Before Amanda could continue the conversation, Freytan spoke, wiping the blood from her blade with a white cloth. "Enough with the playfulness, we have more important things to do."