There are icicles hanging above me ,like a pointing a arrow shooting but never moving.The knives were shaking as one by one fell down breaking each others hearts.Icicles jumping swirling threw the sky.Icicles singing jingle bell like a harp.

Trees dancing shaking there boots all around .Trees swirling around the mountain causing damges to the trees. Building look wierd

I can see the snowy mountain swishing threw the clouds .icicles drop from the mountains smashing on the ice floor.Rocks crumbing into different shape falling down .In the mountain you can hear the owls hooting in the distance of the horizon.Rocky moun tains covered in snow like a tall creams.

The snowy country of berk