The Frost Spire

An entry in the tenfootpole Wavestone Keep contest!

From the publishers blurb:

Long ago, when the world was new
an elf king was banished from his
kingdom and tossed into the sea.
His hatred was so great, and so cold
that it froze the water into a tall spire
and he was cursed to drift forever
bringing Winter to the world.
But sometimes, he hungers for the
blood of bad children.
And on nights, when the fog is
thick, and the ice piles up in jagged
sheets upon the shore, he sends his
wives to steal away crying babies,
and the kinds of children that fight
and do not do what they’re told.
So beware sweet voices in the fog,
and stay close to the fire, or you
might be carried off, howling to the
frost spire.