Author's Note: I haven't been incorporating the songs from "Frozen" into this story because I don't want to do a complete rip-off of the film. So it's going to be quite hard to do the "Let It Go" sequence without "Let It Go." I've tried, though, and I hope it's all right. :)

Chapter Six: Letting It Go

Night fell in Sugar Rush. The Ice Cream Mountains on the edge of the game were still glowing white, even as the Sun went down. Fluffy strawberry and minty scoops surrounded the track; three whipped vanilla peaks, coated in chocolate, stood tall and proud above the rest.

Not high above the snowline, a small figure climbed the highest peak. Felix stopped and surveyed the area, catching his breath at the isolation of the place. There were no footprints apart from his own. There weren't even any tyre tracks, for they had been covered by his snow.

Even now, snowflakes continued to fall, blown about by the howling wind. That's kind of how I feel, Felix thought. There's a swirling storm inside me, too. I've kept it in for over thirty years, and then . . . this.

I can't hold it back anymore.

But jiminy jaminy, I tried.

Felix looked at his hands. His left was bare and paling in the cold; his right was still gloved. He whispered his mantra again.

"Don't let them in.

Don't let them see.

Be the Good Guy

You always have to be.

Conceal, don't feel.

Put on a show.

Make one wrong move

And everyone will know."

He tore the glove off and threw it into the air. "Well, now they know!" he yelled, laughing as it spiralled out of his reach.

It was time to practice.

He flicked his wrist, and a cloud of snowflakes drifted down by his feet. What else? He swept a finger through the air, fast as lightning. The frost now spelled his name in the side of the mountain: FELIX.

What about the snow already on the ground?

Felix concentrated on a giant pile and pulled it up into the air. The snow twirled like a tornado as he deliberated. When it fell into place, the form of a snow-girl emerged. She had a high ponytail, just like Vanellope. Glancing around, Felix found two blue Smarties on the ground and pushed them into her face. His smile grew. "Sweet," he said to himself, patting the snow-girl's head.

Soon, she was joined by a Ralph-like figure and a Calhoun-esque person. Both rose out of the ground like plants in spring.

As Felix admired his handiwork, the wind tugged his hat off his head and he grabbed it quickly. For a second he stared at it – and then he let it go. The cold never bothered me anyway.

Running around the mountainside, Felix had a perfect view of Sugar Rush when he turned back. The trees looked like short weeds and the racetrack seemed nothing more than a crack in the ground. It's funny how some distance makes everything seem small.

There was a large gap between this peak and the next. Felix leaned over, gazing down into the gooey, chocolaty abyss. Normally the sight would have made him shake like a leaf. This time, though, it gave him an idea. He pushed his arms out in front of him. A white mist broke through and spread across the gap, leaving behind an icy staircase. It reached over the edge . . . and stopped after five steps.

Was that it? Felix frowned and stamped a foot onto the first step. There was a crack. He lifted his head quickly. Looking closely, he saw that more of the staircase was inching out as he moved forward. All he had to do was run.

So he did. He ran and ran, arms spread out, new steps appearing under his feet as if it took no effort. With the wind in his hair and a new-found energy in his heart, Felix forgot his old fears – the party, Ralph, his backstory, everything. Here there was no right, no wrong and no rules – just freedom. He reached the top of the staircase, but it didn't stop there. When he slammed his foot down, he formed a square panel with a giant snowflake right in the middle, connecting the staircase to the next peak.

Running to the centre, Felix pulled his arms above his head. As he did so, Tetris blocks flashed and glowed as they slotted into place, forming an icy wall. In a powerful flurry of creative release, the panel rose up on an ever-growing number of bricks and beams. Windows, floors, a grand archway: everything was formed from the same magical ice. With one thought, the top of the tower crystallised into a penthouse, with a sub-zero bar and dance floor. The intricately-decorated windows had elegant curves and a bluish tinge.

Surveying his apartment complex, Felix opened the door to the balcony, took his hammer out of his belt and threw it away. "I'm never going back!" he yelled. "The past is in the past!"

He strode onto the balcony and into the light. The Sun was rising again. Felix stood with his hands on his hips. His clothes changed into his usual handyman garb, but now with light fabrics, cool colours and blocky geometric patterns.

Yes, that perfect man had gone, but he was finally free.

. . .

The snow-girl blinked and slowly turned her head. Almost everything around her was bright white. Cold, too. She shivered and hugged herself.

Something blue stood out on the ground. Like a baby learning to walk, she toddled over on shaky legs and picked it up. It was a baseball cap. She slipped it on her head, giggling childishly.

Looking back, she saw a blue-tinged skyscraper. The archway over the door called it (N)ICELAND. A small figure stood on the balcony. Even from this distance, it was obvious that he was very happy. He leaned on the rails, his shoulders slumped in a relaxed fashion.

Slowly the snow-girl lifted a white arm. "Hey, mister!" she called, waving. But the man was already turning and retreating, slamming the door behind him.

She shrugged. "Maybe later." Her gaze shifted to the world below. Much of it was blanketed in snow, but a few pink stripes on the tree trunks still showed through. Were they . . . candy trees?!

With a big smile on her face, the snow-girl ran down the mountain, eagerly awaiting the sweet treats.