The Dark Castle loomed like a grotesque shadow in the distance across the snowy plains. The wind blew bitterly cold air across the land, and gray clouds rolled above.
A set of feet crunched across the snow, leaving a trail of boot prints. He knew he didn't have to walk. It was true. He possessed a much faster form of transportation that didn't require moving. But he liked walking. He enjoyed the snow and cold weather. It never really bothered him.
Cold air breezed through his clothes, bristling through his hair. He liked to feel the chill on his skin flowing through him. Little wispy snowflakes fluttered around him, sprinkling his hair like sprinkles on a cake.
He gazed across the land, taking in the magnificent, wonderful landscape covered in glistening blue snow. This land will be my kingdom someday, he thought with satisfaction. He smiled at that.
Closing his eyes, he opened his arms, spreading them wide on either side of him. He tilted his face in the wind. He leaned forward, swaying slightly, and fell face-first into the snow.