Ice Kingdom. When I sat at home and watched a TV show across Alaska, I was struck by the mesmerizing expanses pierced by frost. The chill was palpable, practically seeping through the TV screen. The ringing silence and even the breath of man and animals turned into a thick cloud, and it seemed that they turned into ice floes. In the sky, I painted clouds that freeze, water that freezes, and the moon froze to the mountains on the horizon. Frost that freezes, as if the Snow Queen touched everything with her hand. Cold and silence.