The premise for Frostbite was irresistable: vampires on the loose in Lapland, where the sun doesn't shine for a full month in winter. The old "wait until dawn, then they'll have to retreat" tactic wouldn't work. Then one of the Fantastic Fest programmers described the film to me as "this year's equivalent of Night of the Living Dorks," one of my favorite films from last year's festival, so I knew I couldn't miss Frostbite. I was so pleased that the movie lived up to and even exceeded my expectations: it's a better-paced movie than Dorks, and blends horror and comedy effectively.
The pre-credit opening sequence is set during WWII, when soldiers seek refuge from a snowstorm in a cabin that turns out to be vampire-infested. The teaser establishes suspense for the rest of the film, set in contemporary times during the "polar night" season. Annika (Petra Nielsen) and her teenage daughter Saga (Grete Havneskold) move to Lapland so Annika can work with famous genetic researcher Gerhard Beckert (Carl-Ake Eriksson). No one quite understands what Beckert is doing, so one of the young interns (Jonas Karlstrom) steals a few of the pills Beckert is giving his comatose patient, an action the intern soon regrets. Meanwhile, a mysterious death in town is being investigated, in which the victim had two puncture wounds on his neck. We all know what that means, even if the police and the coroner do not.