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Once, there was cold. The cold was angry once, but not now. When the cold was angry, it had done something, and now the snow, once clean and white, was now stained another color. The color wasn't that of snow, and that made the cold angry again. But he contained his rage, and set about to make the snow white again.
The cold thought to wash the snow, but soon realized it couldn't be done after the slush he had made froze to ice, this time an ugly pink. The cold threw the ice aside in disgust, the chunk of failure almost hitting a servant in the head.
But, he realized, that instead of making the snow pretty and pure again, he could just wash it and freeze it and discard it. The cold would not see it again, so it would not exist.
And so he went to do what he had planned, washing and freezing and throwing and he felt as if he could throw UP—
And then, finally, it was gone.
The cold thought it was almost as if the snow had never existed in the first place.
