After about 20-25 minutes of walking around looking at ice sculptures our camera broke. Well, technically it just stopped working until I warmed it up inside my coat, but still. So we decided that if it was too cold for a camera, it was probably too cold for human flesh and we ventured inside the glamorous and historic St. Paul Hotel to thaw out. While inside, we saw a number of characters coming off of the elevators and knew they had to have something to do with the festivities, but we couldn't quite figure out what. So, like a good tourist, I tried to take paparazzi pictures of them from behind a plant. As you can see below, I wasn't too smooth. Note to all who attempt this: Turn off your flash.
It turns out that I was taking pictures of the festival's 'Prince of the North', and he helpfully came over, took my camera and asked someone to take our photo together. We acted like that was our intention all along.