Though his brother only sparing used his abilities to disguise himself for Earthy reasons, the fiery demigod, Heat Miser, used it quite often. Taking a much smaller form, around 5'11, and messy, ginger hair, he found that being among humans could be calming. They all focused on menial things, but such was their fixation on little things that made him feel more at ease. Little ones would save every penny for the toy they wanted, as if it's all that mattered. Teenagers would pine over people they probably wouldn't spend much of their lives with, and are yet so adverse to such concepts to heartbreak. Whole new career paths were created for entertainment. Toys and games and television, though such things not very important. Humans were a bizarre bunch, yet perhaps that's what made them so likeable.
So today, like most days, he came down in his humanoid form. Listening to children squabble over a teddy bear and a group of girls strolling down the street sharing inside jokes, he thought it funny. What made these moments so important to them? As funny as it was that they take things so seriously, he felt as if he was missing something. Perhaps what he was missing was the thing that made humans so endearing. He would not deny that people more often than not learned to dislike him, if they did not fear him. He assumed he had something, though. There were some people who thought of him quite dearly and for them he was thankful.
As he continued down the path, he saw a young boy with his face pressed up against the glass of a shop window. The boy gazed longingly at a toy train set that was going around and around in the display. All it did was go in circles! And yet this boy seemed so desperate, like nothing else in the world mattered. "You want the train, huh boy?" he asked.
"Yeah," the boy replied, his eyes still locked on the toy's circling.
"Why?" Heat Miser asked.
"Because, it looks fun," the boy explained, "It's something I can do with my friends."
"All it does is go in circles. You know that right?"
"Yes, mister. But I will play with it everyday, and my friends and I can make stories about where it could be going and why."
"You and your friends could be doing something much more productive with your time," Heat Miser pointed out.
"Geez, mister. Why are you so cold hearted?" the boy questioned.
That struck a chord. "I am NOT cold-hearted!" Heat Miser yelled, "Nothing about me is cold!" He stormed off away from the path. The boy, startled, ran off. Heat Miser sighed. Maybe he could be a little hot-headed (which is how he liked to say it). He was still confused by these humans' preoccupation with such frivolous things, but perhaps he might be able to understand someday, if he could become more warm hearted.