You push open the door and it creaks softly on it's hinges. Inside, Icicle sits at a computer, dictating something and watching the words scroll across the monitor. She spots you, finishes her sentence, punches a key and smiles at you.
"Welcome to my room!" She motions you to sit on a soft, formless chair. "I'm glad to see you. This is where I read, write, think, and talk to people when they come to visit." As soon as she is sure that you are comfortable, the unicorn flopps onto a padded cushion.
"I'm currently in the middle of working on some fanfic for the library. If I don't finish it soon, Bookworm will have my head," she grins. "It's about how I met my best friend, Miracle. I know I have a picture of him here somewhere..." Icicle bounces up and charges off into a stack of books, folders, newspapers, toys, and other unidentifable things. You watch in amazement as paper, socks, (you didn't even know ponies WORE socks!!) and other things from the piles fly through the air and land on top of other piles. Talk about organized chaos:)
After a minute or two, Icicle reappears with a purple sock on her horn and a disgusted look on her face. You point out the sock and she pulls it off in embarrasement. "I must have buried that picture somewhere. Maybe I'll find it someday." She shrugs. "One of these days I'll get a secretary...or a maid to keep this place in some semblence of order. I'm sure you can tell that organization isn't one of my strongest suits. Hence, some of the pages around here need some major overhauling. Please forgive the mess, both here and out in the rest of the Pony Islands."