Whispers of the Northern Wind

A wicked embrace of ice twists through the night, breaking through every inch of warmth in the forest and coats it with a sheet of fresh, substantial snow that quickly thickens on the hard ground. The stars, dim above the many pine trees, swarm the moon, giving off a bright white glow that echoes the snowy ground. They quietly rest atop the inclement weather as the mournful breeze moans around the shivering trees. The water that is frozen over secretly trickles underneath the ice, its unyielding pursuer; as an aura of extreme sadness.
This is the North.