The steep line was a beautiful one to carve down, the rocks a little scary but the fresh powder that lined the gaps beautiful to run down, Seb could only follow by Ellie and keep to the serpentine, though he was keeping close, very close. He was almost catching some of the snow she kicked up, as he chuckled, watching as she found a natural kicker to fling herself over, turning nicely over and coming full circle. Seb carved up powder as he turned hard to avoid her drop, avoiding the ice as much as he could, given it gave virtually no traction and would only increase the speed. The sight was incredible, it was already so symbiotic, they were tight and it didn't even need much effort, it felt like the flow had just kicked in and everything was absolutely locked in and focused, just pure and right on it. 

The speed was on, as he found the first of the natural kickers, right over an ice bridge that sat in a gully of the glacier, it's walls nearly sky blue, reflecting sunlight beautifully, turning to a darker shade in parts and then being smoothed over with snow and other powered. It was just pure brilliance, and he could tell, wherever Ellie was, she had to be seeing the same. 

With a little steeze, he was already turning before he left the snow with the carve on the snow as he effortlessly lept off the kicker, pulling off a frontflip cork, turning just about 540 with the amount of angle he was putting on and speed throughout. Grabbing the side of his skis, pulling himself tight and coiling over, going more diagonal rather than simply horizontal, he kept the snow beneath in view, slamming in hard and breaking up a lot of powder, as he carved back in, over a ice bridge, the route just insane, it felt like paradise and it surely was, leaping over a pile of rocks with a gentle grab, as he hit the snow once more, carving in to kill some of the speed that had accumulated.

The gully they were in tightened, as Seb overtook Ellie, becoming almost a pipe for half a second, before it opened up, a beautiful kicker running out of it as he used as much momentum as he could to pull a backflip, grabbing the front of his skis, grinning madly as he saw Ellie behind, killing it while he could before he flipped out of control, back onto the open ground, carving quick and kicking up powder galore, feeling alive. Ellie was close, he could feel that in his periphery, as he dug in his left, taking a shallower route to the right, hoping she'd follow. A few more natural berms were coming up, as he continued to skate back into the gully, leaping over each and every one, keeping to the icy walls and skating almost along them, almost on his side completely as he used his speed to keep the momentum, a jagged piece of blue ice sticking out in front that Seb was now able to use to his creative advantage. 

There was no going around it, as he used whatever he could to keep going, flying over the ice and off it, over a crevasse, pulling a full 360, grabbing his tail whilst doing so, before hitting the other side, whooping as he continued on. There was no denying it, this was a route and a half, as he carved back into the gully, slowing down almost entirely, the route seemingly running out, as he nearly turned 180 off the edge of the next crevasse, a small drop awaiting into another ice cave. The noise of melt could be heard, as Seb turned hard, through the narrow network, the blue incredible, as he saw the exit coming up, and already saw his route out. Keeping the speed, he pushed hard into the icy and arcing wall, running alongside it and using it as a semi-kicker, leaping off it to pull a 180 grab, running out of the end and into another kicker where he pulled the rest of the 180 to gently put him back on his front once more, whooping as the rest of the glacier could be seen onward, sprawling and an incredible sight. Whatever Ellie was making of this, he didn't entirely see sometimes, but knew the camera might, and that for the moment, he'd let her lead, and carry on.