Fir

We are the trees. We are the snow. We are the winter. We are the peace. We are the rage. Cut off from civilization by the harsh winter of northern Sweden, the Stromberg family shelter in their old plantation house. There are figures lurking within the ancient pine forests and theyre closing in. With nothing but four walls between the Strombergs and the evil thats outside, they watch and wait for the snows to melt. But when signs appear that an even greater danger is about to strike, it becomes increasingly difficult to distinguish reality from illusion. All theyve got to do is stay sane and survive the winter