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There are no trees here in the Tundra biome to provide shelter. The reason for this is the "permafrost", or permanently frozen soil 3 feet below the Earth's surface that stops anything from growing deep roots. There are rocks and dirt on the biome floor that are covered with snow. The floor is cold and inhospitable to life. The summers here are six weeks long, and the weather becomes favorable to life. Then, it comes to an end, destroying all that could have been with the ice and wind. Blizzards whirl around, and hamper efforts of survival, mocking my struggle with howling winds that freeze my whole body.

The only plant life I have encountered are lichens, mosses, shrubs, and occasionally a blossoming flower, in the warmer periods. During the summer, reindeer and caribou migrate temporarily from the boreal forests, providing me with much needed food. Plants bloom, snow melts, and the biome comes alive. Water is plentiful, and there are hundreds of mosquitos, which sting me to the point of driving me mad. Animals arise from underground to mate with each other. Whenever I come upon a puddle filled with the disgusting larvae of mosquitos, I squish them, and think of the blood I will save in the future. The small mammals have only a couple of weeks to do their business, then they must go back into hibernation before the winter comes. It can last for nine months. The winters are harsh and cold, they reach temperatures down to the extreme of -50 degrees Fahrenheit (-20 celsius). Animals such as the polar bear, arctic hare, and the ptarmigan are the species that have adapted to this environment, cold as it is.