information.
Frey just nodded, but he didn't meet Jørgen's eyes.
*~*~*
Jørgen sat on the seat of his snowmobile, which was parked right next to Frey's. Jørgen would've preferred moving over to Frey's seat, to sit next to him, but he didn't dare be so bold. That might scare Frey off completely.
Frey's focus was on the Fridtjov glacier. He seemed to be completely mesmerised by the majestic view. Jørgen had seen the glacier countless times, so he turned his head to gaze out over the Van Mijenfjorden. He spotted a polar bear far away, lumbering on the pack ice.
"Look," he said, drawing Frey's attention. He pointed towards the bear.
Frey sat up straighter and leaned forward slightly. "It's a polar bear." An excited smile appeared on his lips.
Jørgen smiled at the sight of Frey's excitement, but he didn't want to stare so he too turned to look at the bear. As they both sat quietly watching the enormous animal, the bear suddenly lashed out with a paw into the water and dragged a seal halfway up on the ice.
Frey jerked back with a gasp and a gloved hand shot up to cover his mouth.
"That's two things you don't see every day," Jørgen muttered, just as shocked as Frey at the sight ahead.
Frey turned to him in confusion.
"It's not every day you see a polar bear," Jørgen clarified. "And it's certainly not every day you see a bear hunt seal." Jørgen had never seen it, so that sight was just as new to him as it was to Frey.
Frey's eyes flickered back to the bear, who bent his head down and bit into the trashing seal, dragging it further up on the ice, blood trailing behind.
"I don't ever want to see that again," Frey murmured stiffly, turning his head away from the sight.
Jørgen found it more fascinating than anything, but Frey's discomfort had him straddling his snowmobile again. "Should we leave then? Ready to head back home?"
Frey nodded and straddled his own snowmobile.
"You ok?" Jørgen asked. "That came as quite an unsettling surprise."
"Yeah, I'm fine." Frey met his eyes. "Thanks for asking."
Jørgen smiled. They'd had a good time today. Not much talking as they'd mostly been driving, but just being in Frey's company was enough for Jørgen. Seeing Frey's obvious awe and appreciation of the arctic landscape around them made him fall all the more for him, and Jørgen wished he could draw this time out even more. But he knew he couldn't. They had to get back to Longyearbyen before dark.
They drove back towards home. It was getting late. The sun was getting lower in the sky, but the season of the midnight sun was upon them so they would have quite a while yet to reach Longyearbyen. It wouldn't be complete dark, even in the middle of the night, not anymore. The darkest it would become was twilight.
Jørgen was so deep in thought and the feel of the wind ripping against his clothes, he almost did not notice that Frey had stopped. Jørgen turned his snowmobile around on the open tundra and drove back to where Frey had parked, worried that something might have happened to him.
"What's wrong?" he called.
Frey didn't answer and neither did he look at him. Frey's gaze was locked somewhere to Jørgen's side, and Jørgen frowned in wonder.
"Jørgen. Is that—" His breath hitched and Jørgen quickly turned to see what it was that had Frey so worked up.
Jørgen's breath caught in his throat at the sight that met him.
"Yes, it is," he whispered. "It's a dead polar bear."
Chapter Three
Frey swallowed heavily, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat. He sat back up on the snowmobile and drove up to the fallen bear. A trail of blood lit up the snow, leading a few metres in the opposite direction to where the bear lay.
"Fuck!"
Jørgen's exclamation startled Frey so much that he jumped in his seat.
Frey watched as Jørgen got off the snowmobile and walked over to the bear, checking out the enormous animal.
"Shot," Jørgen mumbled before he straightened up again. His eyes, normally a clear green, had darkened.