He published a richly illustrated account of his experience that enabled people to understand for the first time what arctic ice was like.

The room was cool, the light the blue of arctic ice.

He shuffled through the photographs, his eye glinting like arctic ice, and sure enough there it was.

They were cold as arctic ice, and the air was thick and musty.

From arctic ice to polar sea it was all rust-red, nothing green anywhere.

Ransom looked at Tourville, and arctic ice glittered in her blue eyes.

And there was only a little farther to go: exactly one hundred miles to the jagged edge of the arctic ice.

It returned now, singing somewhere distantly inside like wind whining across arctic ice.

We were helpless there in mid air above the arctic ice.

His expression remained as cold and remote as arctic ice.