Deep in the tundra, an ice elemental was

Deep in the tundra, an ice elemental was legend among the inuits. It had a magic hat, a maize pipe, and eyes of cindered flame. It was up to me to try to photograph this Frosty.

The chief editor of Cryptolife had put out a bounty for photos of Frosty & I covered the Alaskan tundra. I hired a husky team in Barrow heading toward the last sighting in Atqasuk

a week earlier. When I arrived in Atqasuk nine people had been killed. A group of men armed with flame throwers was setting out to track Frosty down. I joined them with my camera.

A forward scout shouted, "Nest ahead!" I snapped pictures of the enormous snowball-eggs scattered across the field. Troops clutched their flamethrowers warily. Frosty was near...

Suddenly, the 100-foot Frosty appeared, crushing three of the troops in an instant. The men drenched him in flames, but Frosty was determined to protect his eggs. Dr. Jackson ran

ball at the gym 3 days a week, so he knew what to do. Donning his goggles and tube socks, Dr. Jackson readied his patented old-guy side-step-and-bank-shot move that would spell

victory if victory were spelled t-r-o-u-b-l-e. Dr. Jackson laughed aloud for longer than he should have, garnering stares from the others on the court. He then raised the ball abov

above my head, preparing to throw it. Dr. Jackson knew he would win if only he

had the forsight to play bowling. Golf, however, was all the doc played, and he realized letting go of the ball he was holding above my head would merely tickle me. It looked like