The best explanation that I have for this strange tail is that in snowbound it showed that Skeleton Kind took that snow demon guy's powers, and I just wondered what would of happened if he ever used them against the hyper force. As for the rest of this…I really have no idea…make of it what you will. This takes place before 'Savage Lands' just so things kind of make sense.
Waiting
They could only wait for her. They couldn't activate her, they couldn't reach her, and with all the knowledge and resources they had they couldn't even find out what was wrong with her. They could only sit by her tube and wait.
It terrified them, the fact that she did nothing but lie there small and vulnerable for seeming the first time in their lives. It terrified them. Not knowing, not being able to help her. Just waiting in the dark while she slept.
They had been fighting; Skeleton King and his army had attacked during a blizzard hoping for the surprise advantage. It worked, almost. Had it not been for her, for her temper they would all have been gone now. But she had fought them in a way only she could.
Burned them with a heat only she could stand. Battled back the snow and the ice and evened the battle. Melted the rotting corpses that were the formless, with her anger alone. Her power was un-channeled and unforgiving to the king and his men, but those she protected too fell under the pressure of her fury. The army fell and still she did not end her assault, even as they called for her to end she did not listen. Just burned in the sky like a star above them, and they could only watch as she screamed in her own pain at what was happening to her, as her own inner turmoil burned her alive and threatened all that she stood for.
Then…it stopped. The bright star that shone above them in deadly beauty burned out. They could only watch as she fell from the sky to the ground below. The clouds of winter returned and soon white snow dotted the liquid flesh of the defeated as well as covered the ill fated body of the fallen star that saved them. Weakened by the battle and the heat they search into the night for her the wind and cold against them. Until finally in the early light she was found, cold and crying in her tormented sleep. Unresponsive to their attempts of comfort.
Then silence, she no longer cried as they carried her back to their home, no longer screamed in pain from unknown inflictions. She just pulled in, away from the light and the warmth, and away from them. And so with nothing working to bring her back they waited. They sat in the cold unfeeling room and waited for her to wake and reassure them of her being well.
They waited a day, then two, a weak, a month. They waited as she started to come back. As the screams returned, as the nightmares took over. And then one day, the wait was over. She woke up, she smiled at them, reassured them, brought back the life that had gone while she had left. She never spoke to them what it was that hurt her; never spoke of the pain that over came her in her hellish sleep.
She only waited for the day that they would understand.