Wind blew whisps of snow through the air. Dr. Jonas Mikkelson felt his goggles tightly gripping his face. He had tried to limit the amount of exposed skin but there was only so much he could do. He was feeling every bit of -40° F temperature as the wind harshly battered his face. His full beard did as much as it could to insulate his features but in these conditions it was nearly futile. His research trailer was sight. The blinding snow obscured his vision but he could see a plume of black smoke rising through the sea of white. His wife and partner, Dr. Ingrid Mikkelson, was waiting for him. She made sure the fire in the hearth stayed lit so the trailer was warm enough to soothe his aching muscles when he returned. As he approached the trailer the door slid open. Ingrid had seen him coming and pressed the button to open the door for him. He entered into a small chamber and the door closed and sealed tight behind him. This chamber existed to keep the elements from entering the trailer. Now that the door was locked and sealed he was able to finally enter the trailer. His hands were covered in heavy wool but he was able to turn the latch and enter. Ingrid had started coffee and there was a fresh pot waiting for him. He peeled off his gloves. His hands were red and rough despite the protection of the gloves. He put his hood back and took off his goggles next. His short hair and full beard were dark black but the snow glazed them in a deep white. He shook his head and bits of wet snow flew off of him. Ingrid helped him out of his suit, a thick black snowsuit that covered everything below his neck. Beneath he wore a flannel shirt and jeans made of a thick denim. He was 6’0″ tall, barrell chested but fairly fit. He allowed himself some body fat as yet another protection against the harsh cold.