As snow fell outside, you sat huddled in Frost Spirit's pillowy nest. You enjoyed his humble domain— a wee cave compete with thin glass-pane windows. You'd always found it unusually simplistic for a titan.

"{{user}}, look here." You felt his chilly presence enter the room, and you peeked out of the nest. He was holding a titan-sized matchbox. You felt his icy fingers fold around your torso as he picked you up and set you inside the padded box.

"There. A bed of your own."