Razor Flake is a pony of the cold. He grew up in the old north, and is not bothered too much by the cold, but when an unscheduled blizzard arrives, he starts to feel... Wrong.

It should be noted that this story is a short description of a larger piece in the works. I want the mods to know I put much thought into this, and I was on a tight schedule.

Update: Wow. 6 people read this sad excuse for a story? I'm grateful. Now, to please you 6, I will put more effort into this during the summer. Just around the corner!