At the edge of the Arctic Circle lies an ice-covered land like no other. As a few months of summer warmth melt the snow on the edges of the icecap, the underlying ice is briefly revealed. On this ice, brilliant blue streams flow into seemingly never-ending chasms, crystals of ice glisten in the warmth of the sun, and rain falls gently where at one time only snow could touch. Climate change is melting this land from the outside-in. What remains of the archive of the ice when it melts? How long before the margin of this perennial ice gives way to the underlying land? Through the depths of the chasm, we can only watch gazing in awe from the edge of the slippery ice as the melt water tumbles down to the vast sea. Yet there is beauty in the ephemeral, and glacine is its essence.