the north pole.

I wouldn't mind huggin' a polar bear prancing on icebergs if it promises not to claw, but taking a flight out to freeze myself all the way in the N.P.?Uhm, think i'll pass, thank u. Not like the fridge at home can't do the same.

But if there's this one thing that would sweep me off my feet and have me beggin to be likened to a bag of frozen sausages, it would have to be the aurora borealis. The search for magic since we were little has never quite worn off now, has it?

Dancing lights, oh show me your secret!