Winter Olympics 2014: Trailer - BBC Sport

I am the dreadful menace. The one whose will is done. The haunting chill upon your neck. I am the conundrum. I will summon armies. Of wind and rain and snow. I made the black cloud overhead. The ice, like glass below. Not you, nor any other. Can fathom what is nigh. I will tell you when to jump. And I’ll dictate how high. The ones that came before you. Stood strong and tall and brave. But I stole those dreams away. Those dreams could not be saved. But now you stand before me. Devoid of all dismay. Could it