"Let's kick some ice."
- Mr. Freeze, Batman & Robin
Uravity and Froppy were hit by the petrifying ice ray together. Their heartbeats gradually slowed in unison for a few seconds, until Uravity broke out of her crystal prison by flexing her biceps and charging straight for the villainess. She had faith in Froppy and thought her partner would be slippery enough to free herself from the feeble magic trick just as she had.
She thought wrong.
Certain species of Alaskan wood frogs were evolved to stay frozen solid over the winter and survive for months entirely off of tiny enzyme reactions in their bodies. Froppy's genetics adhered to the same cold-blooded rules, but her not-quite-human brain was a different story. Having her entire body shut down while her neurons were still partially kicking in a frosty dreamland left her isolated, vulnerable, and rather susceptible to the powers of suggestion.
And if there was one thing Lettuce always open for, it was suggestions. A somewhat dainty and nerdish girl with a white and silver costume, Lettuce's specialties included evil schemes, dastardly plots, and things that fell on the colder end of the thermometer. She would have preferred to bring two new pets home to her secret lair after this battle, but one would still be nice.
Froppy was tended to by Lettuce's familiars, a gang of unruly snow angels/nurses magically summoned out of a cold breeze. They skipped around the hypothermic heroine twirling little icicles shaped like syringes. Together they stabbed their needles through the motionless ice sculpture and into the softer creases of the green costume trapped underneath. Froppy was getting the special treatment today, and her barely detectable metabolic rate made each dosage a hundred times more potent.
Uravity was too busy fighting Lettuce to hear the ice cracking apart behind her. She did, however, feel it when a 50-meter-long mutant tongue looped her around her belt from behind and yanked her down on her rear. She looked backwards and upside-down to see Froppy hunched over her knees with her giant gloved palms tucked against the ground. The green girl's eyes were spiraling with insanity and her lips were dripping with frog toxins. She looked starved, as if she had just hibernated a full four months in the span of a couple of minutes.
Lettuce watched with an ominous smile creeping across her face. Uravity struggled in terror as she was slowly dragged inch by inch across the ground by the flailing tendon. Froppy opened wide to gobble up a tasty pink fly.