The night is cold and brilliantly clear.Peak after peak of glorius ice mountainsrose into the dome of the darkened skies.Jagged crystal teeth queezed betweenthe depths of the jet-black fjords.The mountains lost their sharpness and becamesoft and blue-tinged as the great winter day.Which would grow on to be a dim twilightthat glimmered slowly to life.Above the peaks the Polar sky flickered withthe ghostly radiance of the northern light.A frozen lake discharge into an equally frozen stream.The cold is cruel and unforgiving like the landscape.Up north.