I've been around a long time. Some don't even remember me, some don't even believe in me. Does it really matter to me?
Yeah, yeah it does.
I'm the one who makes a snow-day. Fine it's not big work, but it makes children happy. Making kids happy is all about what the guardians do, right?
They protect them as well. Protect them from the evil and darkness of impurity. I don't want to be a guardian, besides no one believes in me! I make their snow and frost and ice and I get no thank you.
Well, I am not even sure how exactly I became immortal.
I remember how I was getting my cloak and staff. I always loved the both of them, considering how I lived in North Germany, in the town of Burgess, it was almost covered in snow all year round. I brushed my ginger-snap colored hair back as I fastened my coat around my shoulders. I grabbed my cruedly made skates. I was to take my little sister to the lake today, so her constant begging to skate might stop bugging me. Amalie, my younger sister, came dar