[ WP ] You reject someone by saying `` I 'll go on a date with you the day hell freezes over . '' The next day , Satan appears in your room , shivering , and covered in snow .

`` Do you have some hot chocolate?'' 
 
 The sudden question makes me spill my mueslie all over the couch. As I turn around, I see a young pale man, with dark frisky hair, not older than 30 years, standing in the door to the living room. `` Who are you?! How did you get in here?! And where the hell did the snow come from?'' 
 
 `` Well, my name is Lucifer, my friends call me Satan. Pleased to meet you. I came through the door, what did you expect? And the snow is sort of a long story, though hell is a good place to start. Now, do you have some hot chocolate or not?'' 
 
 Without thinking I get up, walk to the kitchen, open the frige and get out some milk. What he said did n't make any sence, but for some reason I do n't question it one bit.There is no cocoapowder in the pantry. I put the milk back in the fridge. 
 
 `` So, what do you want?'' `` Hot chocolate.'' `` Enough with the hot chocolate already, I do n't have any.'' `` Then get some.'' `` I am not going to go out and... fine!'' 
 
 I leave the apartment. The door was locked. 
 
 On my way back from the grocery store I pass by a Starbucks. Might aswell get the chocolate there. Less work for me and more time before I have to get back to my apartment. 
 
 As I enter my livingroom I see that he has helped himself to some fresh clothes and is watching TV. My Manowar t-shirt and my dress pants make for an interesring combination. 
 
 `` I hope you do n't mind,'' he says, `` but the snow was melting. Oh! Hot Chocolate! Perfect!'' He grabs the cup and empties it in one gulp, although it was still steaming hot. I guess he is used to the heat, being the devil and all. 
 
 `` You know I really enjoy my visits to this world. You humans really know how to spoil yourselves. And since you started having a considerable impact on climate change I can even dress comfortably.'' 
 
 `` Alright, that's enough. Why are you here?'' 
 
 `` Ok, Ok! I'm here because of the snow. You see, it's all your fault.'' 
 
 `` What is my fault?'' 
 
 `` Hell being frozen over!'' 
 
 `` How is that my fault'' 
 
 `` Well, the girl you turned down with the words *'when hell freezes over'* is prone to rash actions. Would you be so kind and talk to her?'' 
 
 `` What are you talking about? Do n't you have any influencd over your own kingdom?'' 
 
 `` Not in this case. No.'' 
 
 `` God, help me!'' 
 
 `` Now that's just rude!'' 
 
 `` Look even if I wanted to help, I have no way of finding that girl. I do n't even know her name.'' 
 
 He just nods, and hands me a piece of paper: 
 
 > Alex Russo 
 > Waverly Place 12 
 > Greenwich 
 > New York 
 
 Shit.
