"The Twin," He almost forgets that until a relatively short while ago his children were not something well known by his human friend, and even still they are merely faceless names with a brief glimpse into their personalities. The even paced movement of their hands do what the human set out, and he is shifting into a much more pleasant and warm stance. "Much to their dismay I cannot control the weather. Ice is not a power most can take hold of. But they still believe otherwise. After all, if it had snowed, they couldn’t do their chores, but they could sure play."