Beauty Can Be Deadly

The god of deception and snow sat atop his ice cold throne that was constructed from the frozen and candied remains of his enemies. With a wave of his pale wrist, he made a small bag of assorted candies fall into his waiting lap. He was currently laying across his throne, his legs dangling over the armrest. He slipped his hand into the bag and pulled out a white stick with a hard sphere at the end, wrapped in plastic. He stared at the object curiously and began to try and remember what it was. He absently tapped the heels together as he thought. He had heard the humans call it candy but that was its generic name. After a few agonizing minutes, he finally remembered what is was.