Rose saw herself in the reflection of the window. The snowfall seems to be never-ending soft arrows falling on the battlefield from endless white sky. The chilly wind clashing with the window and as if wanting to touch her, she could hear the sound of strong thumbing on her window even though the chopper has deeper and stronger sound.
The weather is cold as if winter arrived amidst summer. The area of the North is cold and snowy wherever the sight goes. The helicopter despite being in a dangerous storm did not stop. Due to advanced technology, every machine is reliable.