"Well, we're here," Willow said happily as she and the rest of the group stopped in front of a massive mountain made totally of ice. It is enormous. The rest of the mountains were all huge, but they weren't even half the size of the ice mountain.
Witchy looked up at the mountain, unconvinced.
"You want me to believe that this mountain is the one holding Fannar and Candlehead?" She asked. Willow nodded.
"It's called Frosty Massif," Willow revealed. "It's apparently the largest area in the entire game. I should know, I've been in it."
"You ventured inside Frosty Massif?" Licorice asked. "Yeah," Willow said proudly. "Beautiful, too, full of reflections to look at yourself in and gawk at how pretty you are."
Willow skipped off towards the mountain while the rest of the group stood still.
"Why isn't she the vainest little girl I've ever met?" Witchy muttered under her breath. "Witchy, isn't not nice to say things about people behind their back," Licorice scolded angrily.
"Sorry about that, but there are some things I can't resist doing," Witchy confessed.
"Hey, are you guys coming or not?" Willow asked from afar. Licorice looked over and saw Willow covering something with snow.
"Willow, what are you doing?" She asked. "I have to do something when you just stand there doing nothing," Willow answered. "Don't you want to rescue your Candle-headed girl?"
Taffyta nodded. Witchy shrugged and followed Willow, who grinned triumphantly. Licorice sighed and, taking Rancis by the arm, dragged him towards Willow.
"Come on, guys, let's see what awaits us in Frosty Massif!" Willow shouted as the group trudged over to the entrance of the mountain.
However, the moment everyone had disappeared inside, the snow that Willow had used to cover the unknown object melted to the ground, revealing what Willow had covered.
It was a sign. On it read:
Frosty Massif: Beware of Frostbites!
(Scene Transition)
Vanellope was practically dragging herself across the icy terrain. After entering the outer regions of the game, she suddenly got tired out. The ground had become even icier than usual and the skies had darkened considerately, obscuring her view. She would've glitched forward most of the time, but she had lost the urge to even do that.
After a while, Vanellope inevitably slipped on the icy floor and fell face-first on the ground. She went sliding a bit on the ground and came to a stop a few feet away from a river. After getting up, Vanellope shouted, "Witchy, I will kill you!"
"Kill?"
Vanellope froze in terror. She slowly turned around to see who had answered her statement. All she could see was a small forest in front of her. The forest was incredibly dark, so she could barely make out what was standing inside it.
"Kill?" The voice repeated. Vanellope could hear shuffling coming from inside the forest. She heard the padding of footsteps make their way towards her at an incredibly fast rate.
Vanellope started shaking out of anxiety. She knew how dangerous the creatures in the game could be, and she wondered what could come out now. Was it a wolf? A bear? Fannar?
Her question was soon answered when the mysterious figure revealed himself.
Vanellope's eyes widened in shock as she came face to face with a massive brown reindeer, towering over her. He had bright blue eyes and his nose was bright red.
"Rudolph?" Vanellope asked in disbelief. However, her shock turned to relief when she remembered how much Santa trusted that particular reindeer.
"Oh, am I glad to see you," Vanellope said joyfully. Rudolph said nothing, but continued to stare at Vanellope with his bright blue eyes. He had a blank expression on his face, showing neither happiness or anger.
Then, a group of elves raced out of the forest as well, giggling and laughing happily.
"Hey, guys!" Vanellope shouted gratefully. "You must be the elves that got lost in the blizzard. Did you escape Fannar or something?"
The elves said nothing but kept their bright expressions and wide grins as they and Rudolph continued to stare at Vanellope.
Vanellope placed a hand on Rudolph's snout and said, "Look, Rudolph, I have to go find Fannar, so I was thinking if you could direct me to his-"
Vanellope didn't get to finish.
In the blink of an eye, Rudolph threw his head back, knocking Vanellope straight into the air. She crashed on the icy floor and slid on the ground a bit. Dazed, Vanellope struggled to get up and saw Rudolph standing still once more.
"R-Rudolph?" Vanellope asked. Rudolph snorted angrily in response. He bared his teeth and his normally innocent blue eyes suddenly look piercing and cold. He stamped his hooves on the ground.
Vanellope looked around at the elves. Their expressions had changed as well. They were still smiling, but their eyes narrowed fiercely and their grin now looked malicious instead of reassuring.
The nearest elf stepped towards Vanellope, his grin widening with each step. When he was a few inches away form her, he reached out a hand.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Vanellope asked. The elf didn't respond with words, but with action.
He grabbed Vanellope's sneaker. Suddenly, a sharp pain struck Vanellope's foot, causing her to yelp in agony. Then she looked down at her boot, and her eyes widened in horror at what was happening.
Her sneaker started to turn to ice.
Vanellope didn't know what was happening. Ice started to expand around her sneaker and engulfed her shoe. Vanellope felt another sharp pain in her foot and instinctively removed her sneaker, leaving her barefoot. She looked down at her foot to see that a portion of her foot had turned to ice as well.
"What's happening to me?" Vanellope asked. She turned to stare at the elves, who were giggling mischievously. Vanellope started to edge away from them, fearful.
Rudolph snorted once more, and his lips peeled back to reveal razor-sharp fangs, causing Vanellope to gulp in terror.
And then Rudolph spoke.
"Kill...her."