"And now we head to Metro-City, where reports of strange weather are flooding in from downtown. Our reporter at the scene, Miss May Flowers, is standing by just for us. May? How's the weather?"

The TV screen switched from a view of the bland newsroom to a blindingly white snowstorm. The aforementioned reporter stood on the left side of the screen, doing her best to hold her own in the frantic winds that threatened to consume her figure. She was dressed comfortably for the end of summer, but it was clear that the weather had another agenda. Snow swirled, winds howled and temperatures had dropped in the innermost part of the city. It was near impossible to hear the reporter over the sounds of the storm, but she was trying her best to relay the information. It was comparatively warm out in the suburbs, not a cloud in the sky and certainly no blowing snow. The strangely localized weather drew immediate attention from my family who had left for the city only moments ago.

I was stuck babysitting the little terror that was my youngest brother, Jack-Jack. It was only one of the slight drawbacks having weekends off from saving the world: Toddlers. I sat on the couch, too focused on the television to study like I had promised my parents as they hurriedly closed the door. Jack-Jack was sitting on the floor, playing with his toy cars and being as loud as he possibly could. He knew that I wasn't going to tell him to quiet down like Mom or Dad would.

CRACK!

The sound erupted from the Television set, startling me and sending Jack-Jack into a fit of tears. I picked up the bawling toddler, sitting him on my lap as I watched the TV intently. The reporter was looking around into the opaque snowstorm for the source of the sound, when a car became visible, flying through the air towards the helpless reporter.

"Look Out!" I yelled, instinctively reaching towards the TV even though I was powerless to help the lady in danger. A translucent purple bubble surrounded the TV and the sound became distorted. In my panic, I had unconsciously placed a force field around the Television, causing Jack-Jack to giggle through his panicked tears. I was too enraptured in what was taking place to release the force field as the car flew closer to the reporter. Her thin arm flew in front of her face in a hopeless attempt to shield her from the ton and a half of metal, rubber and gasoline that inexplicably hurtled towards her. A gust of wind blew a blinding snow squall in front of the camera, turning everything white as I heard the sickening crunch of metal colliding with concrete. The force field around the TV disappeared as I lowered my arm in defeat. I could have saved her...

The snow that covered the screen cleared and I was almost too shocked to continue watching. Almost. I'm thankful I did, because the clearing revealed the not only was the reporter still alive but that Mr. Incredible (my Dad) had caught the car just in time to save the poor and moderately fragile woman. Pride welled up inside me as I saw my brother, Dash appear on screen and start talking excitedly to the reporter.

"Wow, May Flowers! You're much taller in person! You must be freezing, you should head inside. You too anonymous camera guy! I'll take it from here. Woah, that's heavy. Alright, so if you'll follow me..."

Dash was now in possession of the camera and was running into the midst of the snowstorm at a dizzying pace. He stopped in the middle of an intersection as a large, lucid blue wall fell down in front of him, blocking the path of the camera and its new operator.

"See, here's the big issue"

The camera shakily panned up to reveal that the blue wall was only the bottom of a gargantuan cone that extended into the blur of white snow and out of sight. Just as unexpectedly as it had fallen, the wall began to return to the mysterious snow cloud that it had appeared from. My jaw dropped as I realized what I was looking at. This was a massive leg, attached to a presumably even more massive creature that was just walking through the city. Jack-Jack was clapping at the sight of his older brother on the screen but he stared in stunned silence as the camera caught footage of the same car that almost flattened the reporter flying into frame and crashing into the blue leg, sending shards of both the car and the foreign substance raining down towards the camera. The movement became difficult to follow as Dash manoeuvred around the falling debris. When it finally steadied we were given a clear view of the street as this incomprehensible monster fell from the sky. Parked cars were crushed, lampposts rendered useless and pavement utterly destroyed form the impact. As Dash ran up to inspect the fallen giant, the beast exploded into thousands of blue shards that pelted the surrounding buildings and rained down upon the near-deserted street. Through the blizzard that restricted visibility it became clear what the fallen creature was made of.

Ice.

Half wanting to get away from the TV and half wanting to get the toddler off of my legs, I picked Jack-Jack up off my lap and motioned for him to follow me into the kitchen.

I looked behind me to see if my baby brother was tagging along and I was greeted with the sight of a miniature version of the monster that had just been shown on the television.

"Rawr" Jack-Jack repeated as I watched him lumber ominously towards me and into the kitchen. Jack-Jack was something of a shape-shifter. He could change his body to be constructed out of anything that he had seen. Lead, Fire, Carpet...

Ice.

I pushed the thought from my head as I rummaged through the cupboards to find something to satisfy both mine and the monster clawing at my leg's appetite.

But what if it is her? It's too coincidental not to be. That's Elsa's power...Ice. But why attack Downtown? What happened?

Distracted, I let a box of crackers fall to the floor. My concentration broken, I bent down to pick them up, only to be foiled by the little rug rat who had now taken the form of a marshmallow and run away holding the box. I let him have his fun as I chased him carefully throughout the house. When I eventually tired of his game, I put a force field around him in the living room and sat beside him until he agreed to relinquish the crackers. Smiling, food in hand, I stood up and glanced at the TV from behind the couch.

Elsa

There she was, standing on the top of a skyscraper, arms stretched to the sky and eyes white as the snow surrounding her. Dash must have brought the camera to an adjacent building to catch her at that angle. She didn't look angry or anything, but she no longer looked like the shy girl I had walked home with the other night. She seemed to exude an uncharacteristic confidence as the winter she controlled assaulted the city. Her attention was solely focused ahead of her, so she didn't notice the lithe figure slither behind her and wrap her flexible appendages around her arms and legs. It was my Mom, Elastigirl. Elsa broke her motionless concentration in order to fight off the surprise attack.

The weather took a turn for the worse as the heavy winds and snow threatened to blow the camera off of the rooftop. As Elsa struggled against the bonds that my Mother was placing her in, a small black tranquilizer dart flew into frame and landed right in the center of Elsa's stomach. Her eyes returned to their blue colour before they closed and she slumped over, unconscious. The wind died down immediately and the snow disappeared from sight. My Mom unwrapped herself from the insentient body and stood up, a grim look on her face.

When Elsa didn't show up for school the next day, I resolved to find out what had happened to her.