I have many tongues but cannot taste.
By me, most things are turned to waste.
I crack and snap, yet I stay whole.
I may take the largest toll.
I assisted the first men,
And I will pay them back again.
Around me, people snuggle and sleep,
Yet run when I am released from my keep.
I jump around and leap and bound.
The cold man wishes, me he had found.

What am I?