What's the fantastical explanation for why your fingers are always cold?

Here are some fantastical explanations for your cold hands.

And invisible ice dragon is breathing on them. This little dragon thinks he's very fierce, but really he just makes you a bit uncomfortable.
A ghost is holding your hands. You're helping warm up their hands.
Your hands have slipped into another dimension that is much colder.
Your ice powers are awakening, stop warming them up or you'll never reach your full potential.
A witch has cast a curse on you. You will never be as warm as you wish (she is not a very powerful witch).
Someone is practicing magic similar to a voodoo doll on you. They are working their way up to a much more severe form of magic.
Your hands are actually a cryptid. Yes, this is confusing, but their nature makes them run cold.
There was a potion dumped in the city water supply and you just had to wash your hands the same day. Luckily, it was very diluted and you did not lose your hands (as was the potion's intention), but your hand is very cold now and it will be a long time before that changes.
The nail polish you used had the tears of a banshee in them. The coldness of her existence has spread from your nails to your fingers. Pray that it does not spread more.
Your fingers saw Medusa in the mirror. This diluted effect means that your fingers are just cold and not stone.
Fairies are dancing upon them. It would be a delightful site if you could see them.
Your fingers are in a fortune telling trance. Hopefully they can tell you what they've seen.
Your fingers have figured out time travel. But where they have gone, you can't be sure.
Cerberus has set his sites on your fingers. Fingers are his favorite snack and your sense their impending doom.
Your fingers died and became zombies. Hopefully they have a benevolent zombie master.
Your fingers have been cursed by the dancing plague, but it has not begun yet. Right now they are cooling down so that they can sustain as much dancing as possible before they fall off.
Someone is jealous of your writing abilities. They have set a curse upon them, but for now all it does is make you uncomfortable. One day it will take their ability to write. Pen your novel while you still can. You have something that many do not want heard, which means it must be heard.
You walked across too many ancient magic runes. This effect will wear off when you learn your lesson and stop disturbing so many witches' hard, hard work.
Everyone is feeling this. It is an ancient warning buried in our DNA. Heed it.
Your fingers are a normal temperature. The rest of you is too hot. Use your cool fingers to lower your temperature before it's too late.

I hope you enjoyed these. Let me know which was your favorite.

(Prompt by me)

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