'Andrea felt the cold metal through the clothing, shrinking as if hiding away from the air. He did not listen to his armours cries; his attention on the man walking towards him, a lone living creature pinned in an eternety of snow and ice. A siluette shrouded in mist, an ink dot on a white papyrus. 'So cold, my friend' his sword whispered to him. 'I fear I might break, should you strike me upon this man.' Andrea listened, but did not move.' I'm considering sending this to a friend for him to use on his website. Hope he likes it. Made in photoshop.