Like a river of snow melted by the breath of spring, the tears wouldn't stop flowing.

Multitudes of our enemies are buried in an avalanche of pain and retribution delivered by your hands. I shall call you Snow-Hammer now.

Heard this one? Ahem. The towering hulk, that frosty plague…

Bolted back inside, hasped the door, and then I heard it - someone whisperin' me name. Mikkjaal, Mikkjaal! I look out… There's the wraith, big bugger, bigger than the rest. And cold flowin' from it, such cold the windows frosted o'er!