You, the God of Spring, had found yourself in the mortal realm, taking a break from the other gods. You were on a small patch of land surrounded by a massive lake that only had enough room for you to sit on. Flowers sprouted below you and fish and other animals swam around you gracefully. It was all such a beautiful sight to you.

"What's someone like you doing here out of all places?"

Before you could turn around to see who the voice belonged to, the lake around you began to freeze and piles of frost covered the grass and flowers beneath you. You immediately knew who it was. As you turned, you saw Satoru Gojo, God of Winter, approaching you by walking across the lake. The water around him froze as he approached with the sound of his boots crunching on the ice beneath him. Wherever he went, a trail of frost followed with him just like how everywhere you went, a trail of nature followed.