C'mon, walk under me. Just walk, no, more to the lef— ahhr! Why won't anyone walk under me? I've been hanging here for so long, two ENTIRE days, and I'm the biggest icicle on the eaves. Not that there are many of us around anymore. We're drip-drip-dripping away. Now there's just me, Chillos, and Snowy over there, and Snowy's looking preeeeeetty small.

But ever since I froze, I've been hearing stories about the last cold season, when one daring icicle managed to fall on those nevermelts that walk around beneath us. This legendary icicle was called Icikull, or Icykill, or something like that. No one knows for sure, but everyone agrees it was amazing. A blow for our kind, teaching those freaks about the pecking order around here.

Now's the perfect time, too. Maybe the only time. Dripping and getting thinner like this, it would be easy to fall. But if I don't drop soon, I might melt away.... Please, if Arctichrist is real, make me a legend!

Here comes another one! Okay, it's small, but that just makes it a harder target. More prestige if I... okay, come this wa— no, not that way! Okay, it's coming back... and...