Instance [012-2]

Perhaps he's a watcher, or maybe a puppeteer. We've yet to make contact successfully. What we do know, without question, is what he does to the mind. It's said the thing worms into your mind. It brings your worst, and most selfish, thoughts to the surface and it doesnt let them go. Now, winter is a harsh thing. It's cold, barren, and so incredibly dangerous. There's no argument against that, and instance 012 is the perfect portrayal of the more unnerving cold. You are but a pawn. A small number in the equation the face in the frost provides. Be it worker or worshipper, prisoner or priest, he is there. Always. Just... waiting on your mind. Okay look I know this isn't like a person but, I dont want to go through all my old passwords and email addresses to open my Wattpad. Kay? Good. Now go! Drink some water and be ultra creative on this new universe! -Mav (P.s. The answers to the first two riddles should be in your recommended responses.)