You're frozen, when your heart's not open"
The snow fluttered lightly with the wind as I stand on a snow-covered cliff, watching an army of undead soldiers below my ground as their roars lingered in the cold air. After a long time of slumber, I've already banished my sanity and that wretched orc, claiming all its power as own and renaming myself as Lich King Arthas.
I have made preparations on how to scour all humanity, rebuild the city of Lordaeron and rule the world. I feel no pity nor sadness nor fear. I have overcome all my emotions, for they are the only weaknesses a man possesses. Everyone shall tremble at the sound of my name. All shall bow at my great power, for I leave nothing but dust on my wake, sparing no mercy for the living.
This is what I am destined for, this cruel and twisted fate, yet I accept it with my heart and soul. There, I sold my soul for the Frostmourne's power and my heart...it remained and shall remain sealed away from anything that is warm.
Yes, I shall shield myself from my one and only enemy; Love.
Now, as the snow builds at the top of the Icecrown Citadel, so shall my heart left frozen.
