It's been roughly a week since I've seen Betty. What happened?

I stare to the wretched thing on my table. A glittering crown. Oh, why had I ever come in contact with such a wicked object?

I look at the clock. Three more hours until nighttime fully settles in Moscow. I glance to my hands. The fingertips and the flesh under the nails have begun to turn pale. I take out the thermometer from my mouth and gawk at the numbers 23 degrees Celsius reflected on the little screen.

Oh dear, oh dear.

My dear Betty, if you'd come back to me... Maybe if you did, I'd be able to push past this... Not be crazy...

No, what am I thinking? I pushed her away. And she'd probably be safer from me anyway. Everyone should just stay away. Away from whatever this piece of jewelry turns me into...

"Ice King... Come to the... life of … of SNOW"

No, NO! I shake my head furiously and temporarily dispel the visions and voices. They slowly return however, and with more tremendous persistence. I curl into a ball on my chair and rock ceaselessly.

Nonononononononononono...