A disaster happened today. It was very warm today: 40 degrees fairyheit. A journyfairy squad went to a store to get ice. When it is warm we have to line the snowdrift with ice or else it will melt and we will all die. We also have to make ice-suits. I help make ice-suits. I first make a mold out of snow. Then I pour water into it. I put it outside and it freezes. Once it is frozen I hollow out the inside. If frostfairys go outside in weather that is 40 degrees fairyheit or more, they melt. Therefore they need ice-suits. So a journyfairy squad went out in ice-suits to get more ice. Then the disaster occured. A rat stopped them and took one in his mouth. That one was my brother, Gilo. He was 201 years old. He's missing, and we think he's dead. The others got into the store. They got into the freezer but got locked in. They are missing too. There is not a lot of oxygen in the freezer. Hopefully the freezer will be unlocked in the morning, but still, there is a small chance they will live. We are all in mourning, especially me, for my brother. He was to be the new clan leader since the old one is dead. Now Uncle Neeg will have to be the clan leader, and when I get older I will have to marry him unless they find a young male fairy. I need to think.
     *Frostie*

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*