Baronies, closest to Finnish ancestors land and the thought of banshees echoing throughout the fjords is beautiful. Nothing like having a nice little factory out on the ice either; process me some tar, sell me some tar, drown me some disobedient workers in the tar, everybody wins.
Iced over spires would be beautiful icicles (noisily struggling to stay aloft), can see my workers now :') changing that "1 day since last accident" sign back to "0 days since last accident" so proud of those little hairy men. Just sit in my mountain/factory complex and smoke cigars while listening to Lzzy Hale on a phonograph by the fire, signing bills of sale and planning how to steal back what I just sold.
Starting to think I'm a bad boss tbh, gota do what you gota do to keep that sweet black goo flowing.