"Wait, kill?" Vanellope asked. She suddenly forgot that part of her foot was frozen as she saw Rudolph stamp his hooves on the ground and bare his fanged teeth angrily.
"Kill her!" He shouted once more, lifting his front feet up and howling in the air on his hind legs.
The elves nodded their heads eagerly and stomped forward, their mouths wide open to reveal their small, white teeth shift into that of large ice picks. Their small hands stretched forward, they charged at Vanellope, their eyes starting to glow blue.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" They chanted maliciously as they picked up speed and practically flew towards Vanellope. Rudolph opened his mouth and laughed maniacally before charging past the elves and towards Vanellope.
Vanellope instantly realized that she needed to get away from Rudolph and the elves, so she spun around and took off running.
"Kill her!" Rudolph shouted as he raced towards her.
Vanellope ran as fast as she could, but her partially frozen foot slowed her down somewhat. She could hear the loud laughter of the elves behind her and the clattering of feet, which urged her to run even faster.
Vanellope couldn't resist the urge to glance backwards. This proved to be a big mistake as she saw that Rudolph was only inches away from her, and all the elves were riding on him. Rudolph was grinning as he neared her and his eyes glowed brighter.
Vanellope screamed and glitched away from him. But when she turned around, she saw that he was still just as close as ever.
"Die...now," He whispered and head-butted her in the back. The force of the blow sent her flying several feet forward. She landed face-down on the ground and went tumbling down a cliff.
"Ouch!" Vanellope shouted as she bumped her head on the way down. She went tumbling down the cliff, smashing her face and hitting her legs and arms. As she neared the edge of the cliff, she glanced up to see Rudolph galloping down the hill without tripping at all.
Vanellope finally hit the bottom of the cliff and immediately picked herself up. Then she looked up and saw something in the distance.
Frosty Massif.
"That must be where Fannar is holding the others," Vanellope mumbled to herself before turning around and witnessing Rudolph and the elves come to a stop in front of her.
"Kill her," He ordered to the elves.
However, before they could jump off of him, Vanellope shouted, "Not today!" And grabbed a large stick before smashing it on Rudolph's head.
But the moment the stick made contact with Rudolph, it turned to ice. Vanellope dropped the frozen in shock and disbelief and looked up to see a grinning Rudolph.
"What the heck?" Vanellope asked to herself as she took a step backwards.
(Scene Transition)
"Wow, this place is amazing," Licorice said in astonishment as she looked around. Willow had led them inside Frosty Massif, and the area was covered in icy reflections, just as Willow had said. In fact, reflections was all there were in the place. Even the ground was essentially a mirror to look at themselves in.
"Hey, look at me," Witchy said as she stared at herself. "Aren't I gorgeous?"
"And she said I was vain," Willow muttered. "You...heard that?" Licorice asked. Willow nodded before shouting out, "Hey, we came here to rescue Candlehead, not look at our reflections."
"Wait, what?" Rancis asked in disbelief. "But I didn't have time to compliment my good looks."
Licorice grabbed Rancis by the ear and said, "Oh, don't be such a baby." She then dragged him off to follow the group.
"You know, I can see why Fannar wants to live here," Rancis said the moment Licorice let go of his ear. "He gets to look at himself in the mirror whenever he wants."
"This place is so you," Licorice replied. Taffyta smirked.
"If only Vanellope was here now," Rancis said. "Too bad she's still with those grumpy elves."
"Yes, grumpy elves," Willow muttered from a distance. "In fact, grumpy is all I know from them."
"What are you talking about, Willow?" Witchy asked.
Willow sighed. "The only times I've met the elves is under hostile environment," She stated. "In fact, I've only ever met them twice, the first time when me and Wynter returned to the workshop and then when I returned again to drop off Vanellope."
"I told you, this Christmas game is not Christmas-y," Witchy snorted.
Willow sighed and stared at the floor for a moment before looking up and saying, "Hey, look! The chamber room!"
The group came to a stop. From a small entrance they witnessed the largest room they had ever seen in their entire lives. It was five times as large as the workshop, and twice as large as Vanellope's entire kingdom.
"This place is humongous!" Licorice shouted as she jumped into the air. "And dull," Witchy reminded. It was then that the group noticed that, aside from its mass, the chamber room was really identical to the rest of the area. The entire area was nothing more than a giant mirror.
"You know, when you think about it, this place is actually kind of boring," Witchy said, folding her arms. "It's just a bunch of reflections and nothing more."
"Oh, don't be so easily disinterested," Willow responded. "This place is a lot of fun once you really spend time in it."
"I thought we were looking for Cake-head," Licorice said. "Oh we are, I just want to do a thorough check in case we run into Fannar," Willow replied.
"Well, as long as we're here, at least we can look at our reflections again," Rancis suggested and sprinted into the chamber room while Licorice rolled her eyes.
Instantly, everybody else darted into the chamber room to ogle at themselves and compliment their looks.
"Hey, guys, I thought we were looking for Cake-head!" Licorice reminded. Nobody paid any attention to her.
Then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Willow standing back, smiling. And then she noticed something preternatural.
"Willow, you don't have a reflection," She said. It was then that everybody turned to look at Willow, who had a look of discomfort on her face. Indeed, out of everybody there, she had no reflection.
"Huh?" She turned to look at the wall to see if Licorice was telling the truth, and gasped when she saw that she had no reflection.
"Willow, what's going on?" Taffyta asked nervously.
"I-I don't know," Willow replied, wringing her hands fearfully.
Then, a new sound filled everybody's ears, one that made them forget about Willow's lack of a reflection.
It was crying.
"Hey, I think that's from Candlehead," Willow suggested. "Really?" Licorice asked. "That doesn't sound like her crying."
"Well, let's just see what it is," Willow replied. "Come on!" She grabbed Licorice by the arm and ran off towards the exit of the chamber room, followed by the rest of the group.
(Scene Transition)
Vanellope was practically running for her life now. After her failed counterattack against Rudolph, she suddenly realized she was in even bigger danger than ever.
Frosty Massif was in view, but she was started to tire out. However, Rudolph and the elves were not beginning to lose stamina. In fact, they were running as fast as ever now.
"Die, girl!" Rudolph bellowed as he rammed into her once more. She was sent flying through the air and crashed into a wall. She tumbled to the ground, exhausted.
"She's ours, now!" One of the elves cackled as they wandered towards her. However, Rudolph had actually done more good than harm as him ramming into Vanellope had actually sent her flying into the wall of Frosty Massif.
Vanellope got to her feet and faced the psychotic reindeer and malevolent elves. She was panting heavily and she was in pain from her recent injuries, but she still stood standing.
"Let's get her!" An elf shouted and pounced towards Vanellope, arms stretched forward. But Vanellope was ready. When the elf was a few inches away, Vanellope punched the elf right in the face, sending him flying into a group of other elves.
"Ouch!" Vanellope shouted and she grabbed her arm in pain. She then looked at her fist to see that it had totally turned to ice.
"What's up with this game?" She shouted. However, her new wound distracted her from her assailants, and Rudolph took the opportunity to charge at her.
He rammed right into Vanellope's chest, sending the small girl flying backwards. She crashed into the wall of Frosty Massif with a sickening thud.
The elves cackled joyously until they heard a crack. It was from the wall. The moment Vanellope had struck the wall, it started to break out of pressure, creating a small hole.
"No, get her!" Rudolph shouted. But it was too late.
With a shriek, Vanellope slipped and fell into the hole and plummeted deep into the mountain, her scream echoing throughout the mountain.
(Scene Transition)
Coincidentally, Willow was leading the group to the bottom of Frosty Massif as well. There was a long flight of stairs made of ice. Occasionally, the children slipped on the ice, but Willow always kept perfect balance.
The crying had been growing even louder the more the group had ventured downwards.
"Frosty Massif sure is creepy down here," Licorice muttered. And it was true. The deeper the children got to the bottom of the mountain, the darker the area got. Also, there were ice picks and jagged stalagmites poking out of the ceilings and the walls.
"Oh, don't worry about it," Willow reassured. "It's not so creepy once you spend time in it."
Licorice was about to respond when Willow clasped a hand around her mouth.
"Look, we're here," Willow announced once they reached the bottom of the stairs. She pointed her finger in the direction of another entrance.
At the opening of the entrance was yet another room. It was nowhere near as large as the chamber room, but there was just something more fascinating about it.
It was incredibly damp, and water occasionally dropped from the ceiling. There were stalagmites poking from the walls, which caused everyone except Willow to shiver with fright. Unlike the other rooms in Frosty Massif, there were no reflections. But that was not the most intriguing thing about the room.
At the center of the room were a pile of ice statues. They were all of creatures and people.
"Wow," Licorice whispered, entranced. "Those statues are all so life-like."
"This is my favorite place in the whole massif!" Willow shouted. "You just want to stay here and admire how realistic these statues are."
The children walked towards the statues to see what they looked like.
"Hey, that one looks like an elf," Rancis mentioned, pointing down at the statue of an elf.
"Look over there," Licorice added. "That one looks just a reindeer." She pointed at a large reindeer, which was on its hind legs, its front legs high in the air.
"Whoa, look at this!" Witchy shouted. The children looked over to where she was. Witchy was standing near the statue of a large wolf, its jaws hanging open and on its hind legs, just like the reindeer.
"That looks like one of the wolves who attacked us," Licorice pointed out. Witchy and Taffyta nodded.
Rancis was the only one uninterested in the statues. "Hey, guys, if you haven't noticed, we have to find Candlehead," He reminded. "Oh yeah," Licorice muttered.
"Rancis is right, guys," Willow said, entering the room. "We should leave."
Nobody noticed it, but the moment Willow entered the room, the loud crying had suddenly come to a stop.
Willow grabbed Witchy and Licorice and dragged them away. The others instinctively followed them.
However, Willow stopped at the exit of the room. She let go of Witchy and Licorice, who turned to stare at her.
"Willow, aren't you coming?" Rancis asked. "I'll join you guys afterwards," Willow said. "I promise."
Rancis nodded and the group started to sprint upstairs.
The moment they were gone, Willow heard a thud behind her. Spinning around in shock, Willow saw Vanellope lying on the ground, rubbing her throbbing head.
"Vanellope, what are you doing here?" Willow asked, dumbfounded.
"Rudolph the Psychotic Reindeer attacked me and my foot and my hand got frozen in the assault," Vanellope quickly explained. Willow nodded her head.
"What are you doing in here, anyways?" Vanellope then asked.
"I was looking for your friend and I just assumed she would be in here," Willow muttered indignantly.
"What is this place?" Vanellope asked. "It's called Frosty Massif," Willow answered. "Oh, and I have something to show you."
Taking Vanellope by the hand, Willow dragged her outside of the room and pointed at a reflection.
"Look at it," Willow said. "What do you see?"
Vanellope looked into the reflection. "I see myself, and that's it," She replied. "That's good," Willow responded. "Also, there's someone I want you to meet."
Willow dragged Vanellope back to the statue room. "Hey, these statues look familiar," Vanellope muttered. "I know," Willow answered. "Especially this one."
Willow pointed Vanellope in the direction of one statue standing far away from the others. Vanellope instinctively edged nearer to the statue, and her eyes widened in shock when she saw who the statue was.
It was a statue of Willow.
"Do you like it?" Willow asked. "I made it myself."
"It's...beautiful," Vanellope complimented before she noticed something odd.
She looked at the Willow statue's face and noticed her expression. The Willow statue's face was hanging open and her eyes were wide with fright. Vanellope also noticed that the statue's arms were raised as if to shield herself.
"That's an odd way to create a statue," Vanellope whispered to herself. And then the creepiest thing happened.
The eyes of the Willow statue moved and stared at Vanellope. Vanellope screamed and jumped away.
"What just happened?" She asked nobody in particular.
"Destiny."
Vanellope froze at the single word spoken. However, before she could turn around, she was jabbed in the temple by Willow.
"Ow!" Vanellope shouted. And as Vanellope turned to stare at Willow, she felt something expand around her neck.
Vanellope felt her neck and her pupils shrunk when she felt nothing but smooth ice. Then she looked at her hands and saw they were turning to ice as well.
"What's happening?" Vanellope asked Willow, looking up to stare at her. And then she saw Willow's eyes glow blue.
"Destiny," Willow repeated, and she smiled, revealing her teeth to be ice picks.
Vanellope began to scream in pain as she felt her whole body turn to ice. But after a moment, nothing came out. 'Willow' smiled as she stroked the Vanellope statue, whose face was twisted into that of horror, just like the Willow statue.
'Willow' then turned to the Willow statue.
"Goodnight," She whispered as her eyes returned to normal and her teeth became regular. She then turned around and exiting the room.
And as she left, the reflection of Vanellope suddenly jumped out of the wall and followed her, a mischievous grin on her face.
The moment they were gone, the Willow statue did something unheard of with statues.
A tear streamed out of her eye and down her cheek.