Moe sighed a little, time to be direct. 
[i]"I'm a god, and I'm quite literally made out of ice, or more, I'm as cold as it. I control all things winter related, snow, ice, wind, the whole thing. Now, here's where you can either believe me to be a crazy person and we shall never speak again, or you can believe me, in which case I still believe you should never speak to me again, befriending a god is a dangerous thing to do."[/i]