It took me quite a while to find this. All the other frosted toadstools were tired looking, stretched, frayed round the edges, literally.
This individual stood no more than a thumbnail high, piercing the damp air from a cushion of frost crusted grass.
Sheltered by a hedgehog clump of rushes this spot stayed blue, out of the gaze of the rising sun, crystals surviving when others had lost their edges. I dared not breath lest I damage the intricate jewels.