Logline: In a quiet, snowbound Nordic town, a retired forensic sculptor named Helga is pulled back into her darkest case when a frozen body unearthed by climate change bears her late daughter's face.
Helga is a slow-burn psychological drama set against the stark, beautiful loneliness of the far north. Helga (played with quiet devastation by a seasoned lead) spends her days carving wooden dolls for the village children—a serene routine that masks a decade of grief. Her daughter, Linnea, vanished at seventeen, presumed a runaway. helga film
Visually, Helga is cold and deliberate—think The Revenant meets Memories of Murder . Long, patient takes capture the crunch of boots on ice, the hiss of a gas lamp, the slow drip of thawing secrets. The score is sparse: low cello drones and the crackle of an old record player. Logline: In a quiet, snowbound Nordic town, a
Helga isn't a horror film about what's in the ice. It's a horror film about what's already in the home. It asks: If you could reconstruct the face of your greatest loss, would you recognize the person looking back—or only yourself? If you meant a documentary, comedy, or experimental short also named Helga , just let me know and I’ll rewrite it to match. Her daughter, Linnea, vanished at seventeen, presumed a
Grief as a kind of preservation. The danger of memory as a sculpting tool—how we shape the dead into what we need them to be. And the terrifying moment when art (forensics, love, obsession) becomes indistinguishable from truth.
When a construction crew digs up a young woman perfectly preserved in permafrost, the police are baffled. But Helga, using her old skills, notices something no one else can: the soft tissue reconstruction matches her daughter's bone structure—except for a subtle asymmetry Helga never told anyone about. As she secretly investigates, she uncovers not a stranger, but a web of lies woven by those she trusted most.