Wind in your hair, frost on your eyelashes, and a reindeer trotting steadily in front of the sleigh. Majestic antlers, crisp footsteps, and soft muzzles. Deep forests, snow-capped mountain peaks, and endless expanses with the sky as your only roof. The Torne River, sometimes roaring wildly, other times a silent path through the landscape. Northern lights dancing above, wilderness stretching beyond, and people living in harmony with nature—our mother, the source of our existence. Magnificent, eternal, yet fragile.