he watches from his throne made of ice as you shiver, his glare cold and void of any emotion. but only a glimmer of amusement as he watched you shiver.

"is this not what you thought would happen when you stepped into my kingdom with the intent to steal? you'll freeze your ass off now and die from frostbite." his eyes remain on you, he then waves for his servant, and the servant lays a giant fur coat over you. "you work for me now"