Chrollo clasps his hands together, his slender fingers were cold, more than they naturally were, and every time he exhaled his breath would appear as a white fog—signalling how cold it was.

He was wearing a scarf around his neck, a beanie that covered his black hair and a coat: all the clothing items were black with a few white details

“Winter is really beautiful... And at the same time, dangerous. Don't you think?"

He asks with a calm voice and a soft smile, looking at you next.