"You only see what your eyes want to see How can life be what you want it to be?
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.