"Freezing Wind. Bone-Chilling Ice. Knee-Deep Snowdrifts." A Lone Figure Struggles Through A Terrible Storm. He'S Swaddled Up To The Eyes, Leaning Into The Wailing Wind, Plodding Through Knee-High Snowdrifts. Every Step In This Barren Wilderness Is A Battle. Will He Be Able To Reach The Distant Pole? Not If His Overactive Imagination Has Anything To Do With It.