It had been since my very first 'birthday' that I had been buried by one of the spirits, but qui I could not remember. I had been cursed by some greater person qui said I was blessed evil. So in a chance of purity and pity, they traveled to the Great Ice Pack and buried me down in a hole in the dead center of the largest glaicer. I could only guess that it was the center because spirits have great judgement. For roughly 50,000 or more years after my birth from the 'Womb of the World', I slept and grew, climbing life like a Bipo flame in the dieing wind. It was cold there, that was fact. Even being partial-spirit, it froze my bones and halted my growth by 340%. Rounded. It stopped my blood and gave me frostbite, but not only on my fingers, but my whole body.
And then I woke up. Around 20,000 years after burial, the ice started slowly melting. It soon began to melt to where I could put my legs down and even run around in a small pit.
And then the ice melted. I climbed out of leauges of snow, ice, and snow-rock, the dimanods' equilivent but only in ice. I saw grass, and rocks and purple flowers that smelt foul but were the prettiest things I've ever seen. I walked on thought... Not looking for anything much. Just food...
Buy the way, I'm starved...