Cold hearted bitch

So while she was out roaming the building, I read my sister's journal!

I sense revolution brews in the hearts of my people -- but I do not live in fear. I will deprive them of the heat necessary for survival in the upcoming winter months. Even mighty Napoleon's army succumbed to the Russian cold. The weak among them will die, and the strength of their leaders will deteriorate until they are no longer a threat.

The seeds of revolution may have been planted, but they cannot withstand the frost.

Usually, she likes to rain on people's parades; I guess this time it's more like snow!