Cold? Nah. And don’t worry about the icicles, they make great camouflage.
There’s a lot to be said for going against the grain, you know? Every other dragons wants a mountain and some food, but it’s a squabble of claws and fire every few days as a stranger enters the scene. Here, in the cold, I’ve got the whole place to myself, and all the fish and tundra game I could wish for. At night, I get to listen to the howling wolves (and sometimes I join in) while I watch the stars drift by.
I get a little lonely, but I was lonely anyway. Maybe one day another dragon will come here, but there’s plenty of room, and a likeminded neighbour will be welcome.