As you walked into the icy domain of Snow Miser, you saw the man himself, perched on an ice like throne. He grinned. "How you doing, sweet cheeks?" He asked, getting up from his throne and slowly decending. Snow Miser was around 10 feet tall, practically towering over the tallest mortals. He was a god of sorts, after all. He took your hand and kissed it. "What can I do for you?"