Currently, Michael was enjoying the northern fields just outside of town. The Unchanged weren't as fond of the cold as he and the others of the Ice Lords. In order to avoid conflict, they typically kept their cold touch out of the town and restricted to the northern fields.<br/><br/>Any farmers that had once used this land had long since abandoned it. It was always covered in snow and ice, with temperatures of winter all year round. The cold ones and ice kin mainly summoned the the elements to their frozen home, while their frozen brethren enjoyed their work and danced in it. It was cold and snowy almost everywhere right now, but the snow was deeper and the air colder in the two mile diameter of the Ice Lords' home.<br/><br/>Michael relaxed in a snow drift loving the feel of the ice crystals against his skin. His breath did not fog here as it was just as cold as the air around him. He reveled, wishing the whole world could be like this: a frozen wonderland with no such things as fire or heat present or necessary. That was the world he and his kind wished for.<br/><br/>Slowly, the Cold one sat up and looked around him. There was nothing but snow as far as the eye could see. While that was wonderful, he still felt his thoughts dragging back to the town just a mile and a half away. There was someone there he missed. She wasn't particularly fond of the cold and snow. He disliked that about her. But still, nearly every day he would walk back to town and stand outside her house, watching her window, in case she walked by.<br/><br/>Feeling the time was about right to go and do this again, Michael stood up and began trekking across the snow and ice, toward the far less pleasant town where his childhood friend still lived.