Iron Will trudged through the snow, barely letting a shiver run through his thick fur as he walked. Even if his fur wasn’t enough his coat, lovingly made by his wife, kept the worst of the chill at bay.
 
Beyond the horizon, a dim red glow peekedjust out of sight. Iron continued toward it. The others on the train didn’t see it, mostly cause Minotaurs could see farther than ponies. The glow called to him, seemingly whispering for him to come closer. So he’d left his crew, saying he had to take a leak, so he could venture toward it.
 
After what seemed like hours, Iron reached the souce of the glow but… It wasn’t what he expected. Half buried in the snow was a pony, unicorn stallion half covered by a blood red cape and glowing. No, not him exactly but the cracks through and across his body.
 
He looked like a shard of glass about to shatter as the red cracks ominously glowed. With a hesistant hand, Iron Will touched the stallion’s cheek, expecting to be burned. Surprisingly, the pony was cold as ice. Concern raced through him as he rushed to pull him close. Was he dead? Was he too late?!
 
All of a sudden, the stallion twitched, moving closer to the minotuar. As shivers ran through his body, Iron Will was relieved to note how the pony unconsciously sought him out. He sought out warmth.
 
“Perhaps that’s why you called for me.” Iron muttered, bringing the stallion closer and into his arms. “Well, then Ican’t very well refuse your call.”
 

 
The first meeting of Sombra and Iron Will. Iron found him in the frozen north, just barely keeping himself together. It took months for him to reform himself and even then, the very wind can scatter him to the wind. Iron, not knowing who or what he was, took him home cause he knew his wife, Fluttershy, would never leave a hurt creature to die.
 
Note: You’re vote was cast and I decided to cloth Sombra. I mean, it would have been cruel otherwise since frostbite would have hit him harder if he was naked so good on him.