A Seasonal Fable (part 5)

Sing a carol, now, to the Ice Trolls. Call them minions of the Winter Warrior. Call them the grunts of the army of Forever Winter. The Frigid Folk caught these unfortunate souls and ate their names. That is alright. They won’t need their names anymore. O, darling. O, deario! You better make merry. Make merry! <i>Roh-de-lay-ho-ho-ho!</i>