Poetic Justice

On the frozen lake, Frost battle against Gothel and her minions.

"SLAP SHOT!" Frost cried as he swung the end of his cane down. He knocked it against the icy puck he'd formed, sending it flying at Jasper, hitting him square in the jaw. The man cried out as he brought his hands to his face. Frost tried to repeat his attack on Horace, but the man blocked with a hand.

"C'mon guys, keep up," Frost shouted to taunt them. Forming another icy disk he began to skate along the surface of the ice. Jasper spit out a tooth into his palm before growling and chasing after him. The soles of his suit's feet were spiked, allowing him to run on the icy surface. But he was no match for Frost on the ice.

Frost smiled as he skated circles around them, literally. And all the while he would form icy pucks and then send them flying at them. Catching them in the jaws and forcing them to defend themselves. Changing tactics, he headed straight for Horace. The man waited for him to come. When he got within swinging distance he cocked back an arm and swung.

But Frost dropped. He slid along the surface and right between his legs. Coming up behind him he hooked the end of his cane around his foot before pulling him off his feet. Horace ell face first onto the ice. And before he could get up, Frost raised his cane up and thrust it down. The pointed end of the crescent moon on his staff pierce through the armor. The focusing his power, he filled it with ice. The ice spread within the armor's circuitry. It began to spark wildly before it went offline, trapping Horace on the ground.

A shout from behind caught his attention. Frost turned to see Jasper rushing at him. With an armor fist cocked back. Summoning the winds, Frost took to the air. Jasper, snarled before leaping at him.

Big mistake.

Frost pointed his staff at him. Swirling his cane around he began to make the wind converge on Jasper. He made them swirl and spin rapidly round him, trapping him in a powerful vortex akin to a wind tunnel. Then with a quick jerk, the wind sent him flying. He watched as Jasper screamed and sailed through the sky. Then he came falling back to the earth. He crashed through the icy surface of the lake.

Frost touched down and waited for him to resurface. He did, he came up gasping for air. His body shivering at the freezing waters. With a chuckled he tapped his cane against his armor, freezing it over and trapping him in ice.

With that, he finally turned his attention to Gothel. Who was standing there, looking mildly unimpressed.

"Your turn hag," Frost said as he began walking toward her.

Gothel sighed in annoyance. "Very well then, boy. I guess I'll have to kill you myself," she said with a scowl. With a shout she summoned black sand and sent it flying at him. Frost stood his ground. Taking his staff in both hands he spun it in front of him and blinding speed. Not only did it block the sand but it created a powerful wind that pushed Gothel back.

"Gonna have to do better than that hag. That black sand is no surprise to me," Frost called out. Then suddenly a yellow flash shot out at Frost. He yelped before leaping to the side. Looking closely at Gothel, he could see she had an armored gauntlet on both hands. One was covered in magic writings. The other was glowing yellow at the palm.

"How was that then hero? I stole quite a bit of power from Limelight earlier," she explained as she pointed her palm at him and fired again. Frost summoned and icy wall in front of him to block.

"Ok, so I admit that's not bad," Frost called out as he peeked around his wall. Then suddenly he leapt out from behind it as a long black spear pierced straight through it, narrowly avoiding impaling him.

Gothel's ability to control the black sand was getting stronger every passing minute. The dark spirits energies increasing her magic abilities to unknown levels.

"So, what's up with the whole, eternal youth and beauty thing huh?" Frost asked mockingly as he fired ice shards at her. "I mean, I thought women aged like fine wine and all that," he called out as he voided a sun blast.

"You must have been aging like milk!" he said to antagonize her.

Gothel glared at him before suddenly illusion of her began to form out of the air. Suddenly the whole lake was full of her. Frost was surrounded. He darted his head back and forth as he waited for an attack. The Gothels raised their hands. Forming black arrow before they let them fly at him. Frost raised his staff up, making the winds swirl round him, forming a wall of air that knocked the arrows back and away from him.

But then the Gothels raised their gauntlets and fired sun blasts at him from all direction. Frost took to the air to dodge. Getting frustrated he then dropped back to the lake, but raising his staff above his head he slammed the butt of it against the surface. An explosion of cold air shot out in all directions. Knocking al the Gothels off their feet.

He looked around for the real one. But then the crunch of ice from behind got his attention. He turned to see Gothel coming at him, a black sword in hand, poised and ready to slash him. Frost smiled. He waited for her to come.

Gothel was prepared to kill Frost. To slash open his throat. As she brought her sword down on him, he suddenly vanished. Her sword passed through empty air and she sputtered in surprise.

Suddenly something yanked her gauntlet for absorbing the spirit's energies back. Then ice began to cover it. She screamed at the cold feeling, and seeing no other choice she had to remove it. It clattered tot the ground and broke apart, the ice reducing it to brittleness.

"Surprised Gothel?" came the voice of Frost. Gothel's narrowed her eyes and looked back and forth in an attempt to find him.

"Where are you boy?" she called out.

"I'm here. A little added effect of using Moon Man's staff. I become like a spirit. Invisible. Undetectable," Frost explained. Suddenly Gothel's legs were swept out from under her. She leapt to her feet and growled before summoning a black sword and slashing wildly at the air.

"Miss. Missed again. Missed. Almost had me. Oh so close. Missed. Miss. Oh wow, that hurt…the air," Frost cackled out. Then he laughed. Laughed long and haughtily.

The sound of his laughter grated on Gothel's nerves. The boy was making a fool out of her.

"I'm going to drain every bit of life force out of you boy! I'll age you until you turn to dust," she declared with a snarl.

"Alright…do it," Frost challenged as he stood directly behind her. Gothel whirled around and lashed out with her hand. She smiled triumphantly and she began to drain away his life force. Frost just stood there, casually leaning on his cane.

"That's not possible," Gothel suddenly muttered out. She looked down at her hand with wide eyes. She could feel no life force draining out of him. "How come this isn't working?"

"Because I'm not alive," Frost replied coolly. Suddenly ice crept up Gothel's arm. It was so cold it seemed to burn as her entire forearm was frozen solid. She howled in pain and reeled back as she looked at her frozen limb.

"Right now my body temperature is below freezing. Slowly approaching absolute zero. My blood isn't flowing. Hell my heart ain't beating. Even my skin is like ice," he explained.

Gothel looked at him in bewilderment. "But then how—,"

"How can I be alive? It's a bit of a paradox really. Nothing should be able to live at this temperature. And yet at the same time…I can't freeze to death," he explained as he walked toward her. Gothel raised her arm to fire a sun blast at him, only to find her gauntlet frozen.

"When I'm like this I can freeze anything within my line of sight," Frost added. All around him the air chilled and cooled as icy mist began to come off of him. Gothel tried to back away, but she was stuck.

She looked down to see ice creeping its way up her feet, rooting her in place. She looked back up to see Frost standing directly in front of her.

"Game over," he said as he tapped her on the forehead with a finger. In an instant Gothel's entire body froze. Her expression was stuck in a permanent expression of fear.

"Look on the bright side hag. At least you'll get what you always wanted. You'll never age. You'll be young and beautiful forever," Frost said casually. Then he reached into a pocket and placed the containment disk on her.

With that he tuned on his heel and began walking toward the stone. All while bring his core temperature back up slowly.

"Poetic justice witch."

Coming up to the stone he placed his finger to his ear. "Fury, Gothel is down. I got the stone buddy. Hurry it up with Mor'du will ya," he said jokingly.

"Shut it icicle," came a growl from Fury.

Frost chuckled. Then he stood on guard. He looked at the sky. Still dark ad black. They were close. They were gonna do it.

All that was left was Mor'du.

New chapter.

Dlh024: Not every dragon will be an armor. Like the Flightmare some will be vehicles. Thats my intention for the Zippleback. Hadn;t thought to use the boneknapper. Might not. I couldln't really think of what they could do so a vehicle will rpbably be the better choice.

BH D: Love Treasure Planet. Have a pln for Jim in a future story. But not this one. Love your ideas though