Cold is simply the lack of heat My Foot

Here's the real truth about Cold.

Cold is an evil, sinister monster that doesn't let go once He grabs hold of you. He envelopes you, seeps through the very seams of your clothes and molests your goosebumps, making thousands more illegitimate goosebump-kids.

Cold numbs your scalp, tears and pulls till your ears feel like they are going to rip from your scalp, and sends shooting needles relentlessly flying at your body. His icy fingers slither into your nose and mouth and throttle you from inside your throat. He slides easily into your belly, permeates into your bones, and as you feel your marrows freeze you realise that no amount of shivering is going to help you get rid of Him.

Then to make matters worse, He calls in his famous protégé, Wind.

While Cold is conniving and sly, Wind is the hitman with all the muscles. He doesn't sneak around -- he imposes. He pushes you to the icy ground as you struggle to get through his army of ice-bearing gales. He gleefully slaps you over and over and over again, and no amount of clothings can protect you from his ice-laden assaults.

Winter is back, my friend. Her infamous envoy is here to make sure of that.