She did, though, you're right. The journey was very perilous and very lonely. Her only company was her sled animals. She faced blizzards, and had to navigate the thin ice by herself. She had only what she brought - dried fish and blubber and preserved berries from the summer tundra brush - so she faced hunger as well. She hunted as she could. Sometimes, as it does, it became unforgivably cold, and she had to stop and set up shelter when it did.

Those cold nights, she curled up in the pelts she brought, and among her animals and remembered why she had come so far from home. And that was enough to get her through.

You must remember, she was very brave and strong. And she had a goal and purpose, and she would not be swayed. And so one night, while the moon was full and bright, she arrived at the glacier. It glittered like jewels in the dark, and after looking for a while, she spotted the cave, illuminated by one single moonbeam.

After all that searching, she had found it.