The cold doesn't actually bother him, not really; but ever since the cold set in, Johnny finds himself eating more than twice his weight in food to keep the fire and energy going. He expends more than usual these past couple of weeks, and he knows he has to keep going until the blizzard ends, providing warmth to the people who need it, melting snow and heating up rooms, helping with the insulation and sealing off rooms so that precious heat didn't escape.

He's careful with the Brucolac's spire, zipping through his settlement with a speed and precision that cultivated with care. True to his promise, Johnny doesn't set anything on fire that doesn't need to be, and the smattering of people he passes are not so much as singed or blistering from the heat. Control; he'd mastered very good control over his own powers as the months went by, and he worked on the village, the winding pathways, melting snow and drying the uneven paths, the extreme heat he'd applied to the stone setting the walkways steaming with warmth.

They will not burn, but they'll keep the snow off of it for quite awhile, at least. But just in case, he keeps the roads salted, getting right down to business for the baron's spire. He works the heat, moves around them to get the warm air circulating, for whatever it's worth. The vats of water come next; and with everyone working hard to keep the place from being a frosty death trap, there were quite a few who were forthcoming with directions. He heats up the water, helps with the ones who are thawing by moving around the room, bringing warmth to them without blazing alight.

It's a few hours before the Human Torch seeks an audience with the Brucolac, bonfires carefully stoked with more sprouting up with his help, families and individuals who gather around to keep themselves warm.

"Hey."