Talk:Frost (Warframe)/@comment-122.111.25.21-20140310160101

In the dark, cold wastelands of Nerf

He sits upon this frozen throne, broken and dishonored.. his mastery over the elements painfully ripped out by the Gods

Confused, he looks down at his hands... why have the Gods done this to me he wonders.. trying to remember what he did to displease them

Suddenly he clenches his fist, sending shards of ice exploding through the air, his golden armor glinting in the light

''One day.. I will return.. the Gods will bestow upon me a great power - glorious beyond measure, beyond imagining!''

Thus he waits, embraced by the cold darkness of the Nerf wasteland, forsaken by his Gods