Thingvellir N.P. Iceland…

Then little Gerda said the Lord’s Prayer; the cold was so intense that she could see her own breath; it came out of her mouth like smoke. Her breath became thicker and thicker, and took the form of little angels who grew larger and larger as soon as they touched the ground and when Gerda had finished her prayer a whole legion stood around her. The angels stroked her hands and feet, so that she felt the cold less, and she hastened on to the Snow Queen’s castle.

― Hans Christian Andersen, The Snow Queen

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