Where am I

As the white snow covers and slowly hides the city I remain, standing tall above it all. My great stone walls have been forged to withstand any attack. The great oak doors that lead to my insides rattle and shake, but they will not budge. Reaching into the clouds my peaks stand strong and proud as if to say “Give me your worst!!”

Standing tall in this arctic desert my halls echo the sound of the wind creaping through the cracks of my stained glass windows.