This story read like a photo album of a funeral and then, a resurrection. I really enjoyed the way the language reflected the atmosphere of the story; it was as if it didn't matter which plan Harry and Snape were on, A, B, C, or D; there was an inevitability to their moments together.
It created a sensory experience, and while I don't believe it would matter if they were in Azkaban or Iceland, the exposed truth was that they were entertwined in sorrow and life.
I liked how this story rolled over me like a wave. Thank you.