He frowned as only Father Winter could frown. Flakes of frost fell from his prominent forehead and his eyes pinned the young man to the wall with icicle daggers. When he finally spoke, his words were frosty puffs of cold fury. You could truly see his breath. His frown was aimed at an upstart challenger that went by the arrogant name of Global Warming.
“Enough!” he had just growled at the slight, blond boy. The boy looked like he might have reached his middle teens, well-muscled upper body but without the overall stamina of an older man. In fact, he had reached almost a half century. Which sounds mature until you compared his age to that of Father Winter.
Father winter continued roaring, his breath rattling the trees and shattering the icicles that hung from them.
” I will have no more news of this foolishness you call a disaster! Are you so ignorant of my power over the things of this world?” He glared at the boy who, in response, simply shrank. From between chattering teeth he began to explain what he meant, but Father Winter roared again.
“Silence! I have given the world of man an annual vacation from your sickening heat and disease, since before you were even thought of! And I am not about to fail mankind now. His silly ‘progress’ is nothing more than the product of my own ingenuity. Whatever regulation it might need I will supply with the storms stirred up with your”-he emphasized the word-“so-called response! Now leave, and stand, and see the power of Natural Law!”
With that, Father Winter drew in a deep breath, and with one long exhale, blew the young man out of the Winter Court Throne Room, out of the Winter Kingdom and into the distant. As he flew, Father Winter bellowed in an arctic gale of laughter.
And in Upstate New York, the worst snow storm of the decade began.