The rest of the story. Rudy Chelminsky lay in the darkened hotel room trying to forget the cold.
Oh yes, sometimes even in the best hotels, they burn a room service on tray or they blow a furnace.
And the hotel in which Rudy was currently booked was among the most exclusive and extraordinary anywhere.
It just happened to be located in Sweden, a nation not renowned for its balmy evenings.
And so it happened that with the heat most definitely not on Rudy lay in the high priced gloom contemplating yet another blanket or perhaps an additional layer of clothing to expedite his intended voyage to Dreamland.
It was in the midst of said contemplation that Rudy's mind wandered back to the reason he was here in the first place.
To spend a day or two soaking up the significance of this remarkable establishment so that he, a professional writer, could review the experience for his magazine.
There was no denying that architecturally the place was a masterpiece.
Ordinarily one does not require comfort if such art.
After all, how homie might be the transport tunnel of St. Louis Gateway Arch or the tiny stone rooms of the great pyramid whose accommodations are literally to die for.
On the other hand, this particular architectural wonder, the one in which Rudy was staying, was not only now a hotel but it was designated as a hotel.
So might an efficient heating system be too much to ask?
Next morning Rudy escorted by an English architect from Oxford tour in the facility over 60 rooms, several sweets, six and a half thousand square feet of main floor they writer was told.
And yet despite its comparatively diminutive size, the hotel typically hosts eight thousand visitors and several prestigious fashion shoots every year.
Visions of the brilliant Swedish designer Yngiv Berkvist, the structure is dense, with load bearing arches, carefully curving walls, many of which are translucent and glowsed actively through the magic of hidden halogen lamps.
The unique interiors are further enhanced by the sculptures of 20 internationally acclaimed artists.
This particular type of architecture represents an extremely limited field.
Or in the past, although a few splendid palaces were similarly constructed, they were principally monumental, not meant to be inhabited.
So why in such a fabulous and decidedly habitable edifice was the heat not turned on? Well in fact the heat's never turned on because there can be no heating system in the first place.
And that's why guests find themselves prepped in snow suits and double boots for the privilege of staying there.
As did writer Rudy Chelminsky on the occasion of his excellent adventure.
For you see the astonishing lodging you've just visited along with him, situated marvelously 125 miles north of the Arctic Circle is called Ice Hotel.
Ice Hotel. Its room suites lobby lounge decorative art, even a chapel made as its name implies entirely of ice, all of which utterly melts each spring, only to be built over and over and over again.
Now you know who the rest of the story is.