Preface - Ice Sculpture

Do you know what it’s like to die? To feel your life slowly drain out of you? To have your eyes close and you fight and fight to keep them open that little bit longer, praying that someone will find you… save you before it’s too late?
I do.
I died. I laid in the ice of the North with snow falling around me, staring up at the white sky. I was hungry, tired, thirsty and weak... and no one came. Not until it was too late. I was dead.
But then... I wasn't.