Once it was the birthplace of the fire daemon Magnus, now after his death it has long since been encrusted with snow for three thousand years. At least five foot deep in the shallower places, the snow has piled to massive proportions. Many crafty buisness men took that as an opertunity and as such have set up a little community on the mountain ridge, with a ski-resort and massive shopping arcade. Built like a mini-Tokyo its open all hours.
