I am the God of all that is dank, dark, and cold.
My sisters are the autumn chill and the winter wind.
Touch me, turn to ice. Hold me in constant hypothermia.
I will shatter your heart and freeze your sorrow.
You can't hold a candle to me, my presence extinguishes heat.
Very few can handle my words, with a frozen mind to follow.
I am what fire is not. I am the blizzard storm.