My world is Blue and White.

The colour of ice and snow. The colour of winter.

The colour of cold.

I am cold. I just can't feel it any more. And not just because of 
this cursed body. 

It can't feel the cold either. It wasn't made to. So it ignores it 
and keeps moving. 

Take a step forward. My foot crashes through the ice and snow until it 
stops. Take another step. Moving forward through the vast winter 
wonderland.

The only colours the eye can see is White and Blue. Pristine White 
snow covers the trees with their darker azure tints. The ice on the 
trees glisten, reflecting a multitude of colours. The most prominent 
is Blue. With a hint of lavender. 

Like me. Blue covered by White.

The wind whistles through the trees, bringing more snow with it, more 
cold.

I welcome it. 

Cold is a strange element. While the red-orange of fire warms the 
body and sparks the spirit, cold is the opposite.

The cold is my friend. It's more subtle. It wears down on you, seeps 
through your defenses, numbing you. Little by little, it creeps into 
your body and spirit until you can't feel a thing. 

Until there is no more warmth left. 

Until there is no more human in you. And you're left with White. 
Pure, pristine White.

And Blue.

One is alone then. It's better that way. 

Warmth comes from joy. Joy of friendship, joy of laughter, joy of 
togetherness. 

The cold comes from solitude. 

To get rid of the cold would mean to get close to the warmth and 
light. Which means getting close to people. 

And I can't do that. 

Sometimes, I want to. There's people who call me their friend, and I 
consider myself theirs. I think one might consider me more too. I 
don't know. 

We've traveled together and shared more than the fair share of 
adventures. They've lent their fire to me, gave me a chance to be 
human again, at least on the inside. 

And all I can give them is cold.

Which is why I am in the middle of a forest right now while they are 
in the warm glow of the town behind me. It's the best way to protect 
them, to protect the spark that makes up their joyous spirit.

So I am alone. 

I am cold.

Surrounded by White.

And Blue.

Fin.