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How does it feel to have the winds against you?

All of Sweden awaits your answer, engineer andrée.

I must put up with my failure until I've conquered it.

What does that mean?

Rest assured, lundstrém, the Swedish flag will fly over the north pole!

- Yes, or the Norwegian. - No, I insist, the Swedish!

- Right, ekholm? - Of course.

But what if the wind changes tomorrow?

Captain ehrensvard has his orders. He has to start loading tomorrow.

And you, strindberg?

Have you made any plans for next summer?

Yes.

The same as yours.

Anyone special waiting at home, engineer andrée?

August 16th: Unfavorable winds prevented our journey this year.

We depart from here on the 20th and should be home by the 30th.

Yes?

You have a visitor sir, Dr. ekholm.

Show him in.

Very interesting. Thank you for showing me the design.

I can't promise anything, but we'll talk it over.

- Hello. - Listen, can you believe that

man wanted to patent a balloon dragline cutter detonator?

Excuse my sudden visit. Do you have a moment?

- Yes, of course. Please sit. - Thank you.

The most recent dragline test proves the friction

is much higher than you anticipated.

Are you aware of what that means?

We won't have the five-fold safety margin, which was my prerequisition.

No need to worry about such a formality, nils!

Formality? Together with the unexpected gas leakage,

this will cut our range in half! And you call that a formality?

The only thing that can compensate for this

is a new and larger balloon!

And a new and larger balloon hangar? Out of the question.

Your attitude is completely incomprehensible!

I don't expect you to understand it.

By now we both know where we stand.

Am I interrupting the hypnotism?

Not at all.

I thought perhaps the engineer needed something warm

after all the talk about the north pole.

Kind of you, Mrs. assarsson.

Thank you.

Have the coins been obedient tonight?

The will, just like faith, Mrs. assarsson,

can move mountains, right?

Oh, buster... did he go out?

He seems so unreliable, Dr. ekholm.

I thought, Mrs. assarsson...

That it was buster that looked unrealiable.

- Why should I not leave? - Who will look after the cat?

I will, of course, bring him with me.

Well, don't go into a trance again and let the chocolate get cold.

Oh, darling!

Imagine, you are back!

You don't need to worry. Nobody saw me.

Gurli... this isnt working. We cannot...

We must not start over again.

I cannot stand the secrecy.

We had actually agreed before I left.

You know what I said from the start?

"You, or the expedition."

- I've never tried to stop you. - No, of course not.

- But now you're back... - Gurli...

It's not over yet.

I have to try again next summer.

13, 14, 15...

Nils?

Why do you want to leave again?

You've already tried once.

Yes, but we never took off.

But if I asked you to stay?

Yes, but you won't.

And if he doesn't want to meet your demands?

I thought it was our demands?

Do you still believe in the enterprise?

I trust andrée.

You trust him?

When he refuses to take into account new facts?

I understand your loyalty, but it is dangerous.

We have to force him.

We had an agreement on the safety demands.

Is it only the good of the expedition you have in mind?

So he has you under his spell too?

Excuse me, but I have to go. Anna is waiting.

Spitsbergen is 3770 kilometers from the Bering strait.

In his original plan, Mr. andrée anticipated

a speed of 27 kilometers an hour.

That means a traveling time of 140 hours,

and as the balloon is able to fly for 30 days,

there was a five-fold safety margin.

New tests have shown that the friction of the draglines

is twice as much as Mr. andrée thought.

The journey will take 12 days

and thus, the safety coefficient decreases

and becomes 2.5 instead of 5.

I've always wanted to see the expedition a scientific enterprise,

in which a minimum is left to chance.

To lift off with the balloon in its current condition,

I consider as a gamble.

Esteemed colleagues...

Dr. ekholm is, of course, completely correct.

However, it is also apparent that he is completely wrong.

Therefore his numbers must be corrected.

Engineer andrée? Do you still reckon that a balloon losing

60 cubic meters of gas per day can fly for 2 months?

No, no, there has never been a question of 2 months.

But we've talked about the five-fold safety margin, haven't we?

Yes... the five-fold safety margin, sure!

Why not six-fold or seven-fold?

There will always be a risk!

But I ask you, ladies and gentlemen,

to weigh the risk against Sweden's glory.

Even if it turns out that our balloon, the eagle,

is less perfect than anticipated,

I will not hesitate to lift off with it.

One does not need 2 months to reach the north pole.

It can be done in 48 hours!

Nota bene: If the wind is with us!

- Any literary interests? - No, not especially.

Wait a minute... I'd like a bit of this one too.

- Well... do you paint? - No, unfortunately.

- Music, perhaps? - No.

Not even for fun.

I'm a bit leery of artistic men. The north pole is not for them.

I ask you to consider, dear fraenkel. Consider it thoroughly.

It must be your decision and not mine.

My decision remains the same.

I feel sorry for Dr. ekholm. He's a good man.

Knut fraenkel?

Nils strindberg, I presume?

Welcome aboard.

Allow me to quote the frankfurter allgemeine, which said:

"Any man who wants to travel to the north pole in a balloon,

is either a fool or a swindler."

Or a Swede.

Morning, gentlemen!

Permit me to introduce the fourth member of the expedition,

lieutenant swedenborg.

Lt. Swedenborg will be in reserve...

For safety's sake.

Will this be in the newspaper?

Sure, sooner or later.

Yes, newspapers are nice...

To wrap around fish. Sure, sure...

But don't forget that our destiny may be decided in the press.

If we have the press on our side, we may overcome the indifference.

In Sweden it's almost a disease.

Gentlemen, may I have your attention!

Don't blink or move.

Nobel buys larger balloon?

New donation gets andrée closer to the goal.

Looks like a job for brave Swedish men!

This is, I presume, a Swedish expedition?

The balloon is French, but the expediton Swedish, your majesty.

We let the Southern Europeans take care of Africa,

and they, undoubtedly, will expect us to take on

the exploration of the great white north, your majesty.

- And it was 20,0007? - Around 20,000, your majesty.

And you still feel compelled to lead this great enterprise?

Yes, your majesty!

We can steer the balloon thanks to the draglines and the sail.

The draglines keep the balloon at a constant height over the ice.

Steering is completely lost

as soon as the balloon loses contact with the ice.

And how does this excellent theory work in real life?

In my tests with the balloon 'svea' I have managed to

deviate from the wind by about 38 degrees.

How will you Mark the north pole as you fly over it?

That is simple.

The inventor toérner has designed this floating buoy.

We drop it from the gondola and... sim sala bim!

Engineer fraenkel, you have chosen to take part in this expedition

despite Dr. ekholm's warnings?

I have greater faith in engineer andrée's abilities,

than in Dr. ekholm's calculated pessimism.

The safety margin that you're willing to accept...

How many-fold is it?

It is... one-fold.

One, two, three... fire!

Aside from this brilliant device, each line has a weak point

that breaks if it gets stuck.

There's also this threaded socket, so that part of the line

may be freed from the gondola.

And they still accuse me of lacking safety.

- Where is the balloon now? - In Paris.

This part, which covers the seal at its midpoint, is one meter wide.

It assures the safety of the apparatus,

which is why we've been able to add

60 cubic meters of volume in the balloon.

Also, we have created a special varnish to coat the entire balloon.

And thus, we have the polar balloon, 'eagle',

consisting of fourteen kilometers of fabric

held together by seven million stitches.

Monsieurs, I tell you with all honesty,

there is nobody who can make a finer balloon in all the world!

It can be sensitive as a scale.

He says we are tall.

With her you must be ready to make the supreme sacrifice!

Buster, I think your willpower is stronger than mine.

You just have to keep an eye on each finger.

And a finger on each eye.

Or an eye upon each eye.

Clumsy!

And heavy-handed!

Knut!

We saw youl!

Anna, you must be very proud of nils.

- Why? - Why?

I think all of Sweden could answer that.

I want to hear it from you.

What would life be without dreams, Anna?

But what is most important? Your dream or ours?

Nisse and I don't want to disappear among the papers on our desks.

You have every reason to be proud of him.

All I know is that you're taking him from me.

But I'm only borrowing him for a short while.

Think what you'll get in return.

The admiration of all the women in Sweden.

I just want my nils.

That is worn out. It must be thrown away.

No, mother, it's not worn out. No need to be ashamed for that.

Anyway, it's not going to an auction.

No one shall be tricked into buying something that's worn out.

Yes, yes, the andréean honorability...

- Mother sounds much better today. - Do not worry about me.

I feel like I should feel at my age.

Hang on, mother.

I brought something for mother.

- Chickens? - Chickens?

Remember trying to hatch your breakfast egg

because you wanted chickens?

I asked panoptikon for an extra copy for mother.

You know I do not like you with a beard.

But all polar explorers have beards.

It protects against the cold.

That might be, but it is not needed at home.

Please shave it off.

Do you really have to leave so soon?

It would look strange if I were not present when

fridtjof nansen visits the academy.

Besides, I will be back soon.

But only to say goodbye.

There is one thing I want to talk with you about.

I was in such wretched shape when you left last time.

I remember you said it was the first time I'd ever hurt you.

Please forget about that.

I just want you to know that if I'm not here when you return,

you musn't think that your grand expedition had anything to do with...

What?

To do with me going the way of all worldly things.

- What a thing to say, mother. - Everyone has to face it.

It's the only thing that's certain in this life.

It's mother that I want to come home to!

The deeds of the expedition bear witness

of noble dedication to a scientific goal

and its masculine power has increased our knowledge of earth

and brought glory to our fatherland and placed their names

among the great within polar exploration.

May I, humbly, in the name of the academy

ask his majesty to deliver this address?

Finally, I want to address my dear friend and competitor

in the race for the north pole, August andrée.

Last summer you were the victim of fate

which sent you an unfavorable wind.

To take off with the balloon demands courage and dedication.

To give up for a another time because of

meteorological conditions demands even more.

The experiences that nansen has shared with me tonight,

more than makes up for the year I was forced to wait.

I must confess that I pray to the forces of the weather,

that my dedication is not put to the test you referred to.

Shall the battle of poltava be compensated

by the victory over the north pole?

Well, editor lundstrém here once made a journey with a balloon,

that ended with a swim in djurgardsbrunnsviken.

Since then he has not tolerated balloonists.

Wrong!

Not a bad word about balloon journeys in the service of science.

The thing is that I have a grudge against is sensationalism.

Really? I thought that was your living.

Candidate strindberg, physician and geographer.

You might be useful.

But you, andrée. You became a balloonist to get into parliament,

then you got lost and sailed into bureaucracy.

What is so interesting about the north pole?

Nobody knows. That is the interesting thing.

If an engineer in a balloon falls into the ocean, what happens?

He drowns.

As long as the sea is not frozen.

Mother is dead.

Emily sent a telegram. She died this morning.

I have to go to the office.

Buster is alone!

I'll come with you.

- Poison? - What?

Oh, that's for the polar bears.

You don't have to lie to me.

Gurli, you must understand that I don't intend

to crawl my way like the 'Jeanette' men.

'Jeanette' men?

It was an english expedition. They ate each other in the end.

But the other two?

I have never been more certain than I am now.

I'd have been an idiot if I didn't take into account

that an expedition such as this could end in disaster.

I had a strange dream the other night.

We tried to put a small child to sleep.

You and me?

Don't you see that the child was our love that refused to die?

I wanted to ask if you'd watch buster for me while I'm gone.

Could you do that?

I'd rather not give him to Mrs. assarsson.

Last summer we lost five weeks building the balloon hangar.

If it's destroyed by the winds, we may have to wait another year.

Heave-ho, heave-ho!

Could you hold it for a moment...

And look into the camera.

Look at that!

Perfect wind!

The balloon should have been ready!

23rd of June, midsummer's Eve:

Today at four the filling of the balloon was finished.

What was considered impossible is thus accomplished.

The mother balloon!

Bravo!

How does it look?

The second coat made a big difference.

Good.

Fourteen kilometers of doubt.

Otherwise I wouldn't be here.

The seams!

Fourteen kilometers altogether...

And seven million stitches!

That's why ekholm quit.

Do you think it'll be tight?

Hey!

Do you think it'll be tight?

No, but sufficient.

The new varnish is good.

And we have five more weeks compared to last year.

Five more weeks to wait for the right wind.

Yes, but what if it never comes?

Fifteen centimeter spread.

Do you think the wind will ever turn?

We're watching it every day.

Best wishes and hopes can't do everything.

Can't they?

What do you think he was?

A trapper.

A man equipped with a... Strong will

always runs a great risk.

Which is?

To be...

Subjugated by his own will.

I don't understand.

If...

No...

To go... or not to go.

I have a feeling we won't have to wait much longer.

It's strange to sit here again and think about

being engaged to the best girl in the world.

I have to shed a tear when I think of our happiness,

which I may have lost forever.

I know she loves me. That makes me proud.

And she would be stricken by my death.

Good night!

But allow me to hope.

The balloon is varnished and should be much stronger than last year.

Why shouldn't we succeed?

I believe we shall.

- Some coffee? - Oh, yes, thank you.

What do you think?

We will hardly get better weather for traveling.

I think that...

We might as well try.

I don't like the squall coming from the mountain.

The whole thing could go to hell.

But if we can get clear of the balloon hangar...

Attention!

Long live the king and the motherland!

May god hear it!

The decision is made. Tear down the hangar.

Lay out the draglines.

Have a good trip.

Good bye.

- Come back safe. - Until then.

Nils.

Anna?

She's so pretty.

Congratulations.

Strindberg, fraenkel...

Ready to climb aboard?

- I want to thank you. - And I you.

Bon voyage!

Loose the ropes.

Wait a moment!

On my count, cut the lines!

One, two, three!

Long live old Sweden! Long may it live!

Four times hurrah for the andrée expedition! Long may it live!

We're too low!

I'll get the sails!

We're sinking!

Nisse... it's loose!

- The lower part is gone! - What's wrong?

- We've lost a dragline! - No!

One? We've lost all three.

Only the tops are left. They've been unscrewed.

We should've put them in coils.

How much ballast have we thrown out?

- Thrown out... 9 times 23 kilos. - We could land on vogelsang.

Why's that?

The eagle can not be controlled anymore!

Are you serious? You want us to land?

No. It was just a thought.

What about you?

I should have thrown my letter to Anna over dutchman's point.

Now I'll have to throw it over vogelsang instead.

Then we agree?

If we could only splice these together so we could make

one dragline that is sufficiently long.

I just wanted a whiff.

At this speed we could reach the north pole

much faster than we had hoped for.

This speed?

We're standing still.

We're standing still while the earth turns under us.

We force it down and turn it slowly southwards.

We're at the center of the world.

He's sleeping like a baby. What has he written?

"Our journey has gone well so far.

Weather wonderful. Mood perfect."

We've lost over 600 cubic meters since taking off.

600 cubic meters in 30 hours. That's far too much.

First the start without the draglines, then the panic...

But hanging still is worse.

It is unnatural!

Damnable fog!

Yes, and it's about zero.

Gas leakage seems quite low, considering the circumstances.

Ah, the sun!

At last!

82, 25.

Yes, same bearing as yesterday, though quite the opposite.

It's better than hanging still.

Do you think we have a chance of reaching the pole?

Yes...

Thanks.

That was the whole point of this expedition.

We're on our way.

I always feel calm when I'm on my way towards something.

A bit farther north than nansen?

Nisse! Polar bear!

Wait!

The balloon stopped at 11:45. Wind speed: 4.5 meters.

Everything is wet. The balloon is heavily weighed-down.

Are you ill?

What else can we throw out?

We could wring out a ton of water.

That will be taken care of when the sun comes out.

If we're lucky we can land on Greenland in the morning.

You can go to Greenland in a steamboat!

We've sailed in every direction except north.

- Now we're hanging still again. - What should we do?

And yet I feel a certain security in his presence.

It certainly is strange floating here over the polar ocean,

the first to be floating here in a balloon.

How soon will I...

How soon will we have successors?

Will we be considered insane, or will our example be followed?

I cannot deny that a proud feeling has gripped all three of us.

- Nisse! You got it? - Yes.

Come on!

The polar buoy?

Your decision.

It's hard to say.

If we're going to continue we have to get higher up, so we can sleep.

And you?

We'd better start our journey home as close to land as possible.

So fatigue is the deciding factor.

Four times cheers for Sweden! Long may it live!

Viva la France!

Merci!

Good night, nils strindberg.

Good night, knut fraenkel.

- It's a long way. - Where to?

Seven islands or Franz Josef land.

- But we could stay here and... - What has he been up to?

Lie still and drift with the ice? No, I couldn't stand that!

Nor could I.

But let's hear what the old man says.

He's probably made up his mind already.

Look what I found on the ice.

- What's that? - A bone.

From what?

Well... I don't know. I'll have to study it.

The ice is between 1.4 and 2 meters thick. An average of 1.7.

What have you decided?

That it's 320 km to seven islands and 370 to Franz Josef land.

Under no circumstances can we ignore our scientific responsibility.

No, of course not.

So what alternatives have we got?

North is impossible, unfortunately.

South? Seven islands. The area is known.

And east, Franz Josef land, which is unexplored.

From there we don't have to return

without having made a scientific discovery.

Then we will at least meet the tsar!

East then?

East.

To the eastern lands I go, there dwells my sweetest love.

An empty balloon looks like a cadaver.

To Franz Josef land!

So... gentlemen!

Onward!

Forward, ye lads in blue!

The wandering meat shops of the polar region!

- Said nansen... - Be quiet!

As I have always said,

overindulgence is the greatest vice of all.

What are you writing?

A letter.

A letter?

Anna.

Where will you mail it from?

I think a lot about you,

but I have a lot of time to think.

I have such beautiful memories and so many plans for the future.

It's strange to think we won't be home for your next birthday.

Maybe, like nansen, we'll spend the winter here.

Poor Anna, how worried you'll be if I don't return this fall.

Today we made it through fourteen gullies

by fording and pushing our way.

Today, for the first time, I found pebbles and leaves on the ice.

The depth of the ice hear the find is 1.05...

Help!

Help!

Catch!

The cossacks used to ride their meat tender

by putting it under their saddles.

Maybe we should put it in our shoes?

Now!

I have the honor of congratulations.

Welcome to the 25th of July! It's midnight in old Sweden!

Thank you for remembering.

It's Anna's birthday.

Long may she live!

Latitude 82 degrees, 22 minutes. Longitude 29 degrees, 11 minutes.

Both are good calculations.

They show we're drifting west faster than we're walking east.

Thirteen, nought eight, twenty-five...

Is that absolutely necessary, nisse?

Is what?

The whistling.

- Sorry, am I disturbing you? - Yes.

No, nils!

Where are we?

82 degrees, 29 minutes, 28 degrees, 42 minutes.

2,500 meters in one week.

We've dragged the sleds two hundred kilometers,

but only forty of them have been in the right direction.

I'm not particularly embarassed by nature!

No, no, excuse us!

Aren't you going to take a sample of the excrement, eh?

For scientific investigation?

You can measure the temperature of the ice and the humidity after!

Fuck!

Is it bad?

It sure as hell is no fun!

Fraenkel has diarrhea for the second time

and not much of his morale seems to be left.

Take this opium, it will help.

According to science, there are no bacteria in the polar regions.

Then I discovered something that'll make up for missing the north pole.

We have to make a decision.

Between us mathematicians, engineers and aeronauts.

- Let's talk this over calmly! - We do talk calmly about things!

You just want us to make your decision!

What decision?

To say the hell with Franz Josef land and head for seven islands.

The drift of the pack ice supports that alternative.

We should be able to make it in six or seven weeks.

- Is it land? - Bear!

The guns!

Wait a minute. I'll see if I can lure them here.

One should chew one's food at least 28 times, my father always said.

Pardon me for leaving the table.

One minute of silence for the oldest bear here.

What are you eating?

Kidney. Tastes like oysters.

I want to know how the eye of the gull is constructed.

How can it stand the intense light?

The light will soon be no problem here!

No, not for us.

- Clumsy! - Heavy-handed!

And angry.

What?

Clumsy, heavy-handed and angry.

We've been going southwest,

but we are now ten kilometers northeast

of the point we were ten days ago.

Actually we are sailing straight towards the...

North pole.

What a shame we didn't save that polar buoy!

This is the last time it'll be up for all day.

It's all so strange.

You take one step southwest...

But the ice moves east so quickly that once you've taken that step,

it has become two steps towards the southeast.

Southwest, southeast...

Come here!

May I?

Southwest...

We cut the load from 200 to 140 kilograms per sled.

Strange feelings and food excesses.

And come down again some other time.

We'll take to the sky in our great balloon..

Salomon August andrée.

Salomon, salomo...

Must have to do with wisdom.

- But what does August mean? - Exalted.

Exalted and wise. What more could you ask?

But the exalted part, that was long ago...

What about you, aside from knut?

- Hjalmar. - The chivalrous.

And what else?

What else?

Ferdinand.

You?

No, just nils.

Nisse tisse timberman, fifteen ladies had he.

One pair of boots and one pair of shoes,

that was all that nisse owned!

Speaking of which, Salomon August andrée...

Have you... never been in love?

Stockholm's most...

Vital bachelor.

Have you noticed that...

One doesn't think about women up here?

Have you noticed?

I dreamt last night that I was walking in a crowd of people,

when I suddenly realized that the ground wasn't solid anymore.

Every step resulted in me sinking deeper, the others didn't notice.

Finally the ground gave in and I fell down into the abyss.

Suddenly I was in the middle of a cave,

barefoot, on shiny flintstones,

washed clean by pure spring water,

and I felt this infinite clarity.

Were you alone?

Alone?

Well, good night, Salomon August knut hjalmar ferdinand.

Good night, nisse.

Good night to you!

Good night!

- Have you never been in love? - Me? No, never.

If I feel such notions sprouting up like plants, I uproot them.

Why?

My need for freedom is far too strong.

But suppose some notions take root anyway?

Well, that's why my willpower must be on guard.

Love is irrational.

One could say that, but love, to me at least, is congruence.

Congruence?

Geometery says that... wait

geometery says that two bodies are congruent

if they cover each other completely.

You're having a talk, I see.

I've just had a lesson in geometry.

Really? Nice of you, August.

No, she's gone. She took off this morning with a great fuss.

Here.

I can't believe you're here with me.

I normally put my flowers here.

You haven't aged a day.

The landlady thinks it's my child, and in a way it's true.

Imagine walking like this in front of the whole world, gurli.

I love youl!

Gurli...

It's dangerous for us to sit like this.

Now our love is homeless again.

Help! Help!

You have to be more careful, nisse. You're stumbling too often.

Have you started hoping again?

Excuse me.

Strindberg fell in the water today and has diarrhea,

fraenkel's foot is bad and I have diarrhea.

But at least we have traveled far today.

The three of us have the same symptoms.

No, let him be.

Can you get the white socks from my bag?

Our future plans, I remember, involved a visit to the tsar.

It doesn't look as if I'll have any use for it.

Not before Christmas.

Luckily, it gets out on its own.

I don't have the strength to help.

Nor do we.

I think we should take a rest day. Tomorrow we'll stay here.

Stay over the winter, you mean?

The best thing to do would be to build an igloo

before the darkness and the cold come.

I think we should head home.

Four times hurrah for nils strindberg!

Many happy returns.

No, no, the birthday boy gets his presents in bed.

You'll never guess who this is from.

And caramels. An expression of our regard and self-effacing altruism.

We've just eaten half of them.

The birthday boy can stay in bed.

Yes, we'll take care of the housework.

When I play, when I take the boat into Stockholm

and all the small islands and skerries glide by...

When I loosen my hair band at night and let my hair down,

I'm thinking of you. You can see I'm always thinking of you.

Especially today, when I am writing this funny letter

that you will not get until your 25th birthday.

I want to say more,

but my heart is beating so fast.

I feel so worried, that all I can do is wish you good luck.

Remember this:

I love you... dearest nils.

I love you like I've never loved anyone in my life.

Our supply of food is very limited.

I've made a net to catch plankton or other aquatic life.

A happy outcome of this experiment may improve our difficult situation.

We eat everything on the seal, except the skin and the bones,

the stomach and its contents, the intestines and the liver.

A few more and we'll manage till spring.

Do you think those walls will really be solid like that?

Your simplest observation always seems like an order.

Anything else bothering you?

Fraenkel is sick again, he was given morphine yesterday for his stomach.

We'll see if he recovers.

I've also had diarrhea, but have recovered without medicine.

Five and three quarters...

No, no... Five and three quarters.

What the hell are you saying? Are we not going ashore?

It looks like one big glacier. Doubtless there's no wildlife there.

If we continue drifting like this...

We might get ashore on one of these islands.

We have to change the burner.

Sorry, nisse. The spare parts seem to have been left on Dane's island.

Can you explain that?

I've always thought of you as an expert in aeronautics.

All Sweden has... The whole world!

But you, who started the world's greatest balloon expedition,

have only been up in a balloon nine times.

Nine flights!

14th of July, 1894... That was the day

you tried to maneuver the 'svea' with draglines and sails.

- That was the day! - That's absolutely correct.

But the whole trip only lasted three and a half hours.

Three and a half hours!

On that trip you have based our expedition to the north pole.

You succeeded in convincing the entire world that it was possible,

if one disregards aeronautical expertise, of course.

I was convinced myself, so were you.

It doesn't work. I said it doesn't work!

Not going ashore...

We sure as hell are not going ashore!

Are you cold?

- Are you cold? - No, but you are.

You musn't catch cold, my love.

If we could've been together,

I would've stayed at the patent bureau.

No, you wouldn't. Thank you anyway.

Higher than this, I can't follow you.

Love is growing, gurli. Love is growing!

Do you know...

You have awakened a need in me that I have never felt before.

The need for a wife.

Thanks for the congruence.

Do we stay here, or go ashore?

The advantage of staying here is that

we'll likely continue drifting farther south and get ashore there.

I'm not afraid of dying.

A few months ago maybe I was, but I'm not anymore.

But I want someone to find me someday.

Nisse, no...

And if we stay on this piece of ice, nobody is ever going to do that.

I'm sorry, but I vote that we try to get ashore.

- A mirror? - It was in the box with the camera.

Finally, I'll be able to see what my own face looks like.

You first. Age before beauty.

I could've done without that.

There's not much one can see of oneself...

Without a mirror.

One can see the chest and the stomach and the legs.

The arms and the hands.

The back.

A little of the back.

Quite a bit when you think of it...

Actually.

The glacier looks like a giant balloon cap.

No, it's not worth it.

I hope nisse is able to move tomorrow.

Niflheim.

- What did you say? - Niflheim.

Hell of the viking gods.

Imagine being alone in a place like this.

I couldn't stand a day here, not one day!

We have food, lots of driftwood.

The view doesn't matter in the winter darkness.

It could've been worse.

Could it?

Nansen survived the winter with one person, we have three.

God knows if any mortal has ever set foot here.

Knut?

It's my mother's...

Birthday today.

If you don't have any objections, I'd like to call this place

Mina andrée's place.

Nissel!

What's wrong? Did he faint?

Wake up... wake up!

- He's dead! - He's not dead!

He's dead!

That's enough.

Do you want me to live?

Yes.

Have you ever thought about what could've happened if we'd never left?

You would've been in your office, with your wastebasket!

But nisse was young...

And in love!

You left it out for us, you wanted us to read it.

"12th of July, the first to sail here in a balloon.

How soon will I have successors?"

I... ii not we, I!

"I cannot deny that a proud feeling has gripped all three of us."

You have a proud feeling that has gripped all three of us?

You knew the whole time we would fail! You knew it!

"We are ready to accept death, having done what we've done."

You knew it! You knew it the whole time!

"I wonder if it is all due to a strong sense of individuality,

which couldn't accept living and dying as an unknown, a common man,

forgotten by future generations.

Is this ambition? Is this ambition?"

I had no choice!

Forgive me, forgive me.

I had to. I had no choice.

We had to go ahead.

You had no choice.

We had to go ahead.

We had to go ahead.

We had to go ahead.

We had to go ahead.

Fraenkel? Bear.

The guns... fraenkel!

Knut?

How is it?

How is it?

You cannot leave me now, knut!

You have to stay with me, do you hear?

Do you hear?

You'll be alone...

Forgive me...

Forgive me.

Knut?

Knut! You hear me?