Extreme Cold Showdown

In the blizzard, upon the frozen river, atop the snowy peaks, among the fir trees.

The person's figure is reflected in the scope. My index finger is already numb, but still, I cannot pull the trigger.

A great fire blazes before me, surrounding me. In the night, the North Star shines bright.

By the campfire, orange figures emerge from the fir trees and scatter in every direction.

Everything sinks into darkness.

A freezing showdown.