It's always the frost - delicate, deadly frost - that I crave. My world is barren of it, having been replaced by smooth ice and pure snow long ago. Taking in my hands a new planet brings me a chill of excitement. I breathe the cold winds over it and watch; the time for the frost to form in its crystalline beauty has come. Piercing delicate plants and weaving over the ground. Quietly but sharply turning living things into crystals - having been cheated by their very own life force.
But seldom is there much vegetation or other creatures that inhabit the planets I have taken into my collection. Most are made of rock and sand alone when my comet passes within their reach. These planets become beautiful ornaments like all the rest, but it is only snow and ice that ever form. This is why my greatest treasure will be the planet called Earth.
I was thwarted once in my attempt to claim it. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised by the forces that protect such a jewel in this vast wasteland of space. Now, after what feels like so long, a twist of fate has brought us back in alignment and this time I am ready for Her.
The cold will penetrate to its core, and I will finally feel its heartbeat grow still. And the frost, elegantly blooming over everything that lives and breathes, will be the harbinger of my victory.