The year is 1976. Syvert is on his way back to his wife and two sons after a work trip when his car breaks down outside Arendal and he has to spend the night in the city. It is winter and bitterly cold; ice covers the strait all the way to the sea, so thick that cars can drive on it. There, almost home, but caught up in memories of his doomed love affair with Asya, a space opens between the known and the unknown, both in the city, as Syvert wanders the streets in the dark, and within him.
