‘Twas the night of Midwinter, and all through the north
Not a creature was stirring, ‘cept the Fey who crept forth;
They danced in the moonlight, with no care or guilt,
In hopes a Snow Guardian soon would be built;

The Yetis made snowballs as big as a barn,
While Winter Wolves brought him some sticks for an arm.
A dapper Elf brought a top hat that he chose.
While a Jackalope’s carrot made a fine pointy nose.

And then, with a twinkle, appeared in the snow
Queen Mab all ablaze with a luminous glow.
She tied a long scarf round the Guardian’s head
which she stole from some Timelord (or so it was said)

Mab leaped in the air, and let out a yell,
It curdled the blood; ’twas an ancient fey spell.
And behold! She had brought the Guardian to life!
GOOD FORTUNE TO OUR ALLIES, TO OUR FOES DEATH AND STRIFE!

Frostlings really like poetry… you’d never think it to look at them. I mean they’re shrimp-like and kind of ugly – a little self-conscious too, which is why they hide in snow caves most of the year.
We think the poem up above is what brought him out… so grab him while you can!