The stern men, frozen at the end of the pier, stood strong with their fishing rods in their gloved hands. The rotten wood floor covering the delapidated pier was covered in slippy ice. The daunting mountains and hills on the horizon loom over the unsuspecting people. The settled water sighed and stared toward the overcast sky. The water was crystal clear and spanned the entire mountain range. The pier was attached to a jagged island sitting on the middle of the lake. There was a hut, rusty and destroyed but still lovable. It was uninhabited although. But what to do but be frozen in time.