Gideon loved the cold. He especially loved it when he could see his breath. He liked this so much because, every time he breathed, instead of a poof of mist quickly dissipating, a little icy dragon formed from the mist and flew away. He also found it sad because the little creatures had such a short lifespan. As soon as they touched basically anything warmer than them, because they where made of fragile ice, they melted almost immediately. It also brought him joy. The dragons lived such happy lives even though they were so short. Gideon had found new joy.