Iron Defunkt Anon

>Day dietary dilemma in Equestria.
>Fitting into this world of perky, pastel ponies was easy going at first but lately you've been feeling rather...
>Off.
>At first it was just some mild fatigue but you chalked it up to the Equestrian summer and over working yourself at Applejacks.
>Taking it easy, you decided it best to just help twilight shelve books.
>That's when you started feeling dizzy, miscalculated a step on the staircase and went down like Rainbow Dash in a carpet munching contest.
>After that little scare you were taken to the hospital where their only advice was bed rest since they didn't know enough a out your physiology to diagnose a proper remedy.
>Your bed rest was not meant to be as you honestly couldn't remain still and were constantly kicking your sheets off the bed.
>Your friends would come by and visit you in hopes of improving your mood but their heartfelt cheer was met with the irritable and almost nonsensical rants that spewed from your now pale, almost blue lips.
>In your altered state of mind, you turned to gathering and surrounding yourself with ice.
>At night you would venture into town to steal what ice the ponies had and during the day would refuse to speak to anyone unless they offered you at least a handful of ice cubes.
>The few magic books you had forgotten to return to Twilight were covered in your own special red ink that you carved from your own flesh daily to help you understand it's dark secrets.
>Eventually their worry turned to fear when you somehow managed to bring a hail bearing cloud over your house that even the entire weather team couldn't dispatch.
>Soon your home on the edge of the Everfree was encased in ice and what was once a humble human abode was now growing into a towering spire of frost and fury.
>Grabbing a handful of ice, you cram it into your maw and chew thoroughly, further sharpening the edge of your now dagger like teeth.
"What do these fools know of me? I am an enigma. The Sire of slush, Baron of blizzards... I am the ice king."
>Shuffling over to another room in your tower, you stand before a series of sculptures made in the images of royalty.
"Oh Princesses... Soon you'll all be mine... Celestia, Luna, Cadence and oh yes..."
>You approach the most intricately designed statue of the four, everything was on display, from the ever so mild scar on her cheek to the shape and curve of her dainty little crotchtits.
"You too Twilight. My perfect pony princess."
>Today was a Pagophagia day.