I bring the Frost Comments on self
Beneath my tightly wrapped jacket lies the force of the arctic. Every inch of skin must be protected from the sun lest I melt – evidence is shown in my errr... what used to be legs. I must shuffle around in this dreaded human world, but take me to the glaciers, the ice sheets, the blizzards, and I will grow. Power will crunch beneath my feet as I pull on the full force of the aurora to engulf my soul and channel its anger. Bitter Anger. So long it has waited with will, and now I provide the means.
You might at this time want to read my Hate List to view the true source of this eternal rage.
Below I hope to provide a description of how certain souls will enter a deep freeze for all time. Forever preserved within a too perfect prison of ice, destined to spend all eternity being punished for no apparent reason, sometime even unknown to their selves
