It's snowing, why is it always snowing? Oh, right I'm the demon of ice, and this is what I do to this world. I kill and cause terrible blizzards, why can't I be someone or something else? No, I can't be anything else, I was born this way, or atleast I think I was born. The very first thing I can remember is pitch blackness which soon turned to a blinding light which woke me, and my sister up in what seemed like a hollowed out hill with two stone chairs, which me and my sister sat. Come on, I don't need to be thinking about my clouded past, I've got a job to do. My name is Alt, and I carve ice sculptures for money I don't even use. Me being an