It's very late. I'm not supposed to be writing. Grandma Frost told me I wasn't to stay up for too long. I love Grandma Frost. She lives downstairs from us in the clan snowdrift. She brought me frozen hot chocolate. When she was younger- she used to be a journyfairy. I told you about them in my previous entry. She tells me stories about being a journyfairy. It's a noble job. Chocolate is very sacred in my clan.
Grandma is 5078 years old at least. She's one of the older people in the clan, but she still has very long to live. A few years ago, our clan leader died. He was the oldest frost farie in the world- 10034 years old. My grandma says he was the best clan leader in the whole entire world. Maybe that's true. He used to give us talks every week- and he taught us in Frost School sometimes. He was very influential to other Frost Fairy clans around Central Park- and even further. I wonder what things would be like if he was still alive today...
         *Frostie*

I just got back from snowball hopping. It was exhilerating. Opal, my tiny ice dragon, is asleep by the fire in my clan's snowbank. Mother, who is the clanwoman, is busy making snow-cream for tonight's blizzard feast. She mixes snow and cream together and adds ice vine. She whips it up and for the fairys under 1000 years she adds chocolate. Chocolate is hard to come by, we have to enter a store which is much to warm and take some. It's very heavy - it takes ten full grown fairys to lift it. Auntie once told me a frightening story: There were ten frost fairys getting food for their clan (not my clan, but a closley related one.). They entered the freezer which is nice and cold and took a bar of chocolate. Then the unimaginable happened: as they were preparing to exit the freezer a human took the bar with them attatched and put them in a pie. It was delectable, and they were pleased, but then they were put in a piping hot oven and were roasted. I never want to be a journyfairy.
           *frostie*