Act I
"Frozen Forest"
The cold air prickles your nose as you inhale. No one around. Numbed and fascinated by the silver branches, you plow through the icy grass. No one around. You slip and trip and laugh at yourself out loud. Shamefaced, you stop and spy through the trees. Luckily, there's no one around.
Hooded jacket: GRP
Padded vest: Moncler
Denim shirt: Acne
Jersey slim trousers: Balmain
Leather boots: Grenson
Wool beanie: Fred Perry
Plaid gloves: Zara
Cable-knit scarf: S.N.S. Herning
