I was frozen solid. Ice sickles decroaded my eyelashes, I couldn’t move my toes. “This is fine.” I said as my breath became visible in this fridged air.

I had lied, this wasn’t fine. I was used to the hot and humid weather of the country. Not this. I had been so eager to volunteer to go on a trip to the artic, not sure why no one else wanted to go, now I understood why. If only I had gotten the message that everyone was trying to send to me when they told me not to go.

I looked around myself, nothing but a white canvas for miles, a cold white canvas. With danger lurking around each corner and frostbite, I definitely won’t be going on this trip next year.

I slowly started to walk forward in the direction of the camp, with each step I got colder parts of my body freezing even more. A fridged gust of wind blew past me sending a shiver throughout my whole body. I miss the hot country.