The ice palace

It was a freezing night deep in the winter time. The travelers had walked and climbed all day long on the snow covering the slopes of the mountain. The night had already fallen and they were lighted by a full moon which had arisen behind the tallest peaks. They had reached a little plateau overlooked with shattered cliffs and they wondered if and where they would be able to make their night encampment. The landscape around was solemn, and it awed and daunted her at the same time. There were flights of large and strange crow birds above their heads, going with ease from one peak to another.