Many strings of life ago, the world was submerged in cold and darkness. Not even a moon or stars lit the way of those ancient peoples' ways. Snow always flew through the air, and when it didn't, the wind chilled man to the bone.
A young god took pity on those early people. He went up to the Cold and said to him "This is not good. You must stop all this!" But Cold just laughed and threw a spear of ice at the young god. This god was not one to give up; he grabbed his knife and lashed out at Cold. Cold threw many spears of ice and blew his freezing breathe. The god fought back with his small knife.
Days later, the god and Cold were both too worn out to battle any longer. A wise old king found them and made them agree to a compromise: Half the year Cold would reign and half the year Heat (the young god) would reign.
So in summer Heat brought good weather and crops of plenty, while in winter Cold would throw his spears of ice and blow his icy breath. But Heat didn't do much good without light. But that would soon change. Heat had a daughter with a mortal and she became Light-the sun.