It was a few more hours before Alexei reached the top, shivering and cursing the cold. It had been a much longer trip than he had anticipated; the top of the mountain was absurdly high, reaching over even the frosted clouds that were pouring snow further below. As he watched the clouds, Alexei realized that he wouldn't be able to see much from here; the snowstorm clouds were covering every inch of the sky within sight, preventing Alexei from making his way down safely. The wind was very weak here as well; even if he was to lower his weight, he wouldn't be able to take off like he had earlier. Until the storm blew over, he was trapped.
Sighing, Alexei took a seat on an area that was less snow-covered than the rest; if he was going to be here a while, he might as well be at least somewhat comfortable. He took in his tranquil surroundings, scowling; if it weren't for the biting temperatures below (windchill was a bitch), he would have spent his time down there instead of here. This place was much too calm for his tastes; it was tranquil and unmoving, not unlike the rest of Pandora. That was what Alexei was here to change, however. Soon, Pandora would be a world of constant change, just as Alexei dreamed of it.
The God of Chaos lay down in the snow, staring at the blue sky and waiting for his chance.