A long cold winters night, was settling over the vast snowfields that engulfed the peaceful nation of, Snowlace. The lands dipped and sloped in vast valleys chocking the dirt, pushing it into a deep seasons sleep. Greened pines slowly drooped from the vastly collected amounts of snow; excellent for death traps of small infants and animals abound.

A magical time of the year, where the snowmen come to life and attack villages for eating their noses, Rawrbits shed their summer coats and grow thicker furs for the harsh nights ahead, and the villagers of one particular town prepare. Prepare for an event so chilling, so wintry, that even the Snow Queen, or even Mr Frostman, that lives up in the mountains encased in permafrost. They were ready to celebrate, Great-Giving's Eve.

The young and old, or anything else that knew they were getting a massive present wrapped in a ridiculously huge bow tie celebrated, great-Giving's Eve. In truth, it was a sad time. It started, where a man, enshrouded in melancholy and despair had given up hope, so he wandered off into the world. His heart had turned cold, as it was frozen by the bitter, Snow Queen. All he asked was, if she truly loved him. She simply uttered, 'nay'.
"All I needed from you, was a kind kindling of my ice box, down in my igloo" she said. "I never truly loved you. I just used you for your touch, your warmth. The more we were to stay coupled; you'd eventually lose all warmth. Turn to ice, just like the rest of them." She sourly frowned at the man' tearing, saddened eyes. "If you hadn't of asked about our love, this would never of happened. You would have simply gone into a deep slumber."

The man' rage wallowed up inside his freezing heart. He clenched his fists, until blood drew from the punctures from his nails. "You're nothing but a witch. A sad disgusting witch, who lives in the deepest parts of a wasteland." He bellowed. "You're nothing but a cold-hearted, lonely tramp, who's just happening to be looking for a jolly sleigh ride. You've stolen something from me, I shall never again obtain." He began to exit forth from the Queen' abode. As he reached the iced tiles that greeted him to his exit, the Snow Queen had drawn her lance of the, coldest north Winds. She screamed in rage as she thrust it through the air, arching for his heart, on his knees, in terrified pain. He drew his last warm breath as the lances power took hold, sapping away all his warmth.
" A curse upon thee, I shall bind. Death may never grasp your soul, for it has lain a prison of ice." She hissed, taking pleasure in her deed.

A reflection from the ice cold floors, shown a man with palest flesh, marbled eyes as deep as a winter locked abyss, hair flecked with frost and eight crimson frozen holes, within his palms. His eyes quickly stared deeply at the Queen', yet no response was given. He quickly rose and fled from her presence. He ran swiftly as the winds, never turning back.

Eventually, he wandered into a city, a city that sparkled in the snow, which strewn across each street and terracotta rooftop. He happened upon an orphanage obliviously. A saddened child waited on the flight of steps to the entrance. He stepped closer in curiosity and lent beside the boy.
"For why are you saddened, youth?" The pale man said.
"A couple were to take me into their family, yet it seems they have forgotten me. I was silly to think they would love a street kid like Me." the youth sighed and hung his head. The pale man' eyes widened and thought of his ordeal. He thought none should ever bear the burden that he was branded with. It was his alone, he'd make sure of that. He'd fill every face with happiness. If not forever, at least for a time of happiness, that will live on within their lives forever.

"I shall bear you with a gift, yet you must wait in patience" He said, rushing off around the corner and ducking into a corner shop. He soon returned with a stuffed animal, bearing the cutest of faces, the ones that resemble teeth.
"Allow this gift clear your sadness and fill you with a time of happiness." he said, handing the youth the stuffed creature. The youth squeezed it sullenly for a moment, the toy let off a pathetic squeak. A slight grin licked his face, then a beaming smile.
"Thank you, kind sir. An act of charity so kind, I shall never forget." The youth said smiling happily, playing with the stuffed animal. The pale-faced man smiled. It cracked his dry face, stinging his being.

He set back off and turned away past the snowy walls of the orphanage. The youth quickly followed and clutched the edge of the wall.
"Thank you, Mr Frostman." The child yelled down the street. A few gentleman and ladies had seen his act of kindness. They slowly crowded him. A slither of fear would of crept into his mind but it was far away in the wretched depths of his heart. A burly man with a surprisingly large, curly moustache stabbed his cane into the snow. He leant out his gloved hands. Gripping one into the now dubbed: Mr Frostman's palm, the other firmly around his shoulder.
"You have been cursed by the winter witch. I heard her screams from her palace," he said in sympathy. "You don't blame anyone but yourself. You wish for everyone's happiness, in trade for your immortal guilt and sorrow. Am I correct?" Mr Frostman sighed, and then nodded in woe. The gentleman loosened his grip. The others who crowded him took turns in showing their forgiving. A young woman, barely in her twenties, gently kissed him on the cheek. She slowly touched her lips in contemplation.
"I am the mayor of this city. From now on, I shall host an event that hosts your generosity and kindness. A time of forgiving; A time of happiness. Your deeds will forever live on, in our hearts." The mayor declared.
"Thank you. From what may be the very last of the warmth I have left, which lingers in my heart. I will cherish this moment forever." Mr Frostman said. "Mr Frostman, ay? It has a nice ring to it."

With a final shaking of hands, and light hearted farewells. Mr Frostman set off into the dark snowing storm, continuing to bring happiness into everyone's life across the nation.

The snowy end :3