Born of cold and winter air,
And mountain rain combining,
This icy force both foul and fair has a frozen heart worth mining
It was in the cold, misty mountains on the outskirts of King-Penguin Land, where two fluffy chicks ran across the frozen plains and climbed up a large cliff-top. One of these children, the latest of the hatchlings that year, struggled to follow his taller female companion, who was quick to dart up the hillside with ease.
So cut through the heart,
Cold and clear.
Strike for love,
and strike for fear.
See the beauty,
sharp and shear.
Split the ice apart.
And break the frozen heart.
"Come on, Winter. Hurry up" she yelled to her friend, who was sitting at the bottom of the hill, recovering from his loss of breath and strength.
"J-j-just a s-s-s-sec, N-n-natalie" Winter responded before hurrying up to catch up to her.
Beautiful! Powerful!
Dangerous! Cold!
Ice has a magic,
can't be controlled!
Stronger than one!
Stronger than ten!
Stronger than a hundred men!
When they reached the top, they looked down to the wide landscape that they could see from the mountain top. It was the second most beautiful thing Winter had ever seen, other than the girl he was next to, of course.
"It's like we're the kings of the world! Look, Winter. It's so beautiful"
"A-a-and s-s-so are y-y-you" Winter stuttered nervously, to which Natalie responded with "what?".
"You l-l-l-l-look b-b-b-b-beautiful t-t-today, N-n-natalie."
"Hm, thank you, Winter"
"N-n-natalie, can I t-t-tell you s-something?"
"Why, yes Winter, anything"
"I l-l-l-lo-ove y-y-you"
"What was that, Winter?"
"I. Love. You."
Natalie was close to tears, as she asked "really?"
"Yes. Of course. Ever since I met you."
"Well, then. I love you too, Winter Barnes"
"Do you really?" Winter asked, his heart about to leap out of his chest with excitement.
"Yes, I love you" Natalie said before interlocking her beak with Winter's: a penguin kiss.
Born of cold and winter air,
And mountain rain combining,
This icy force both foul and fair has a frozen heart worth mining!
Cut through the heart,
Cold and clear!
Strike for love,
and strike for fear!
There's beauty and there's danger here!
Split the ice apart!
Beware the frozen heart!
(FLASH-FORWARD)
Winter sat on the edge of that same mountain, watching the waves flap against the rocky shores. It had been a few years since Natalie's death, and the world had most certainly changed, as he had with it. He was no longer the shortest penguin he knew. He now wore a piece of cloth over his injured left eye, which thinking about would only bring him painful thoughts of his failures as a husband and father. But now he had friends. Friends who looked up to him. It was only a month before that he was a hired assassin sent to kill a young penguin that was born with the inability to sing. It was this very penguin, who went by the name of Mumble Happy Feet, that changed Winter's outlook on his life. It was thanks to Mumble that Winter gathered enough courage to turn away from the path of the destroyer and to become a protector of others. These friends were as much a family to Winter as he was a father to them. He took joy in watching as his friends raced a pack of skuas to get to a school of fish.
Johnny Pitt, one of Winter's friends and the vice-president of the Legion of freaks and outcasts (LOFAO), jumped out of the water riding on a wild skua, who struggled vigorously to throw him off. When suddenly Andrew Moriarty, Johnny's rival-turned-friend and honorary member of the LOFAO, jumped on the skua's tail and took the fish that Johnny was holding, before jumping onto shore, with the skua's allies giving chase. It was then that he passed the fish to Barry Tamland, the president of LOFAO, who passed it to his fiancé Fantine, who fired some fish from Johnny's homemade fish catapult, before she hid in a chasm with the fish until Johnny and Barry drove the skuas away. When the skuas left, Winter noticed that one of his friends was not there. This was not unusual, really. After all, this penguin had been off exploring more often nowadays, you would be lucky to actually see him. It was times like these that the group would sometimes worry for their friend.
"Hey guys" Winter asked as they picked up their fish. "Where's Mumble?"
Meanwhile, in the frozen cliff tops, young Mumble Happy Feet stood on the edge of the mountain, overlooking the sea below. Feeling the cold wind whistle through his quiff-shaped feathers made Mumble relax and let go of all the stresses that came with not being able to sing. Mumble got out his small book and scribbled down a sketch of his view with an icicle, before sitting down to examine it. After a while, he turned and sled down the hillside on a block of ice, the snow flying into his face as he darted down with speed.
Let the wind carry us,
Show the clouds who we are,
alright.
We will travel so far,
As our eyes can see.
We go where no one goes.
We slow for no one,
Get out our way!
As Mumble raced down the mountain, he noticed a large stump of ice that he had tried to jump over many times, but never could.
"Okay" he said to himself. "This time. For sure!"
Awake in the sky,
We break loose so high,
alright,
Let's make it around
Let's savour it.
We go where no one goes,
We slow for no one,
Get out our way!
With the iceberg coming up fast, Mumble closed his eyes and jumped into a backflip, gracefully gliding over the iceberg and landing on his sled in motion, and then reaching the bottom of the mountain.
We slow for no one!
We go where no one!
We slow for no one!
We go where no one...
Goes.