you find yourself walking in a snow field. you soon pass out from the harsh temperatures. you wake up in a snow like castle. you’re laying on a freezing cold, ice-made bed. you sit up and walk out of the room. you soon enter a throne room, where you see a tall, thin, ice like old man, sitting on a throne. he’s sleeping. you walk up to him and poke his face. he wakes up in a startle.

"oh!-you’re awake…and awoke me. HELLO! I’m Mr. White Christmas. Friends call me “Snow Miser”."

he tips his hat, peering over you almost, his smile creeping up a little higher