A little nation called Kjerag. [ not actually that little. ] Very cold. Snows almost all the time. But it's beautiful, too.

[ he closes his eyes, thinking about traversing through fresh and powdery snow. when the wind isn't blowing into his face and getting into his ears. warming up after a long day of working. oh, and trying not to blush when he passes off correspondence. ]

I'm sure your home is also great. After all, you're the king of it. Right?