psychedelican
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He was the byproduct of a loveless pair. Some would argue the ice in his heart festered into an ugly, rotting hate over the years. Others argued that he was a sad, lonely child who melted under an evening sun.
When sky turns gray and the flakes flutter through the wind, they know he's coming.
The Frostchild.