An old man stood frozen in a block of ice.
All around him were steep mountains covered with blankets of snow.
Up so high it was hard to keep warm, so the snow always lasted.
His hair wispy and grey, his face a mixture of happiness and confusion, his frail figure reaching subzero temperatures.
How the man got there in the first place was a mystery, one that no one knew.
One day, as the man was doing the same thing he did every day, which was stand there enclosed by the frigidness around him, another man still in his youth came upon this sight of wonder.
The youthful mans name was Bill, and as he eyed up every centimetre of the poor human being.
Bill’s brow creased and he tapped his foot on the snow.
“This simply won’t do.” He tutted to himself.