"Where's Willow?" Witchy asked impatiently, tapping her foot on the icy ground. "She said she'd be here by now."

"Well, maybe she was caught up looking at her reflection," Rancis suggested. Everybody stared at him, aggravated. "It's possible," He muttered, somewhat embarrassed.

"Idiot, if you're brain cells weren't shut off like they always were, you'd remember that Willow doesn't have a reflection," Witchy reminded, frustrated. Rancis made a 'Oh yeah,' expression before saying, "What was up with that anyways?"

"Maybe native characters simply don't have reflections," Licorice suggested. Witchy rolled her eyes, irritated, when they heard footsteps. The children turned around.

Sure enough, Willow was scampering down the snowy hill leading to Frosty Massif, heading towards the group. And somebody else was right behind her.

"Hey, it's Vanellope!" Rancis shouted.

"In the flesh," Vanellope said in a voice that sounded like that of an adult instead of a young girl. "Hey, what's with your voice?" Witchy asked.

Vanellope coughed a bit and muttered, "I got a bad taste of frostbite."

"She sure did," Willow added. "What is she doing here?" Licorice asked. "I thought we dropped her off at the workshop."

Willow just shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe she got out at one point during Fannar's blizzard. But anyways, we should be going. We have to find your friend, right?"

"Why, of course," Witchy muttered. She secretly couldn't care less what happened to Candlehead, but she just wanted to make Licorice happy, so she went along with it.

"Luckily, I know where Fannar's hideout is," Willow suggested. Suddenly, everybody started glaring at her once more, with the exception of Vanellope.

"W-What?" She asked, confused. "If you knew where Fannar was, why did you lead us to a totally different mountain?" Witchy asked, irritated. Willow shrugged. "My brain was asleep," She muttered indignantly.

"Like it always is!" Witchy shouted. Rancis jumped between the two instantly. "Hey, you two, cut it out!" He demanded. "The enemy is Fannar, not Willow, now let's get off our butts and find Candlehead and everybody else he's trapped here!"

Witchy stared at the Reese boy with pure hatred, but then she looked at Licorice, who stared back at her with begging eyes, and she sighed and said, "Rancis is right. Let's find Candlehead and get out of here."

Willow then marched off in the direction of a second ice mountain, the second largest one in the region. There was a large entrance in it.

"Fannar lives in there?" Licorice asked. "Yes, and we have to hurry before he causes another blizzard," Willow grumbled, exasperated. "Now let's hurry up and find your friend."

(Scene Transition)

"Candlehead?" Fannar asked. The green-haired young girl skipped over to the large man. "Yes, Fannar?" She answered politely.

"The blizzard has stopped, you can leave if you want," He muttered.

"It...has?" Candlehead asked. Fannar nodded. "You can go now," He repeated.

"But, can't I stay longer?" She asked. Fannar shook his head. "Your friends are probably worried sick for you," He reminded. "It would be selfish to keep you from them."

Candlehead started searching for other excuses to stay, but she could only think of one: "You're causing these snowstorms, can't you start up another one so I can stay?"

"I can't do that," Fannar admitted. "Why not?" Candlehead whined, stomping on the floor.

"Because I wasn't causing these blizzards," He confessed. Candlehead felt like she had been punched in the face. "But, but, but if you weren't causing these blizzards, who was?" She stammered, frightened.

"I...don't know," Fannar admitted. "But never mind that, you should be leaving now."

"...Okay, Mr. Claus," Candlehead finally conformed. Her head hanging low, she wandered slowly out of the cave. She then heard Fannar sigh.

"What was that?" She asked. "I didn't say anything," Fannar replied. "Oh yeah," Candlehead moaned. "Okay, I guess I'll be leaving now."

She stalked out of the cave, miserable.

Soon, she was outside of the cave, and still facing the ground, she plodded down the mountain, saddened.

And in her dismal state, she didn't notice the six children heading up the hill to rescue her. And in a horrible twist of fate, neither did they.

They just galloped up the mountain right past the gloomy girl, scarcely noticing her.

(Scene Transition)

Wynter was trekking towards Frosty Massif.

"I have to stop Willow before she gets herself and everybody else in danger," He said to himself as he started running towards the mountain. He, of course, was unaware that Willow and the rest of the children had already left the mountain.

He stopped right in front of the entrance to the mountain. A chill ran up his spine as he swore he heard a sound coming from inside the cave.

It sounded like laughter.

Nevertheless, he shook his said and said, "I'm not afraid!"

"Afraid?"

Wynter froze in terror at the response. He wrung his hands and stared at the floor, but finally mustered up the courage the enter into Frosty Massif.

Nothing had truly changed from last time. The area was still just one big reflection, with whoever walking inside of it instantly witnessing hundreds of reflections of themselves staring right back.

Wynter shook. For some reason, there was something unsettling about the cave to him. Maybe it was all those eyes staring at him. Maybe it was the fact that he was a very small person in a very big place. Or maybe he was just thinking about the voice that spoke to him.

"Oh Wynter."

Willow, actually entranced by the voice, started to walk in the direction of it.

"Wynter Winterson."

Wynter stopped walking and froze once more. Nobody except Willow had ever referred to him by his full name before. Somebody who knew him was inside the cave, and he wanted to find out. So he pressed on in the direction of the voice.

Soon, he was in a dark area, with stalagmites poking from the ceilings and walls. There was only one clear reflection in the room. And it was that of Wynter himself, staring at him.

Intrigued, Wynter took a step forward to the reflection. Oddly enough, the reflection did not move forward, but just stood there with its arms folded. Wynter was mystified but he continued to approach the reflection.

Soon enough he was right in front of the reflection. He stared hard at the reflection, and somewhat struck him as odd.

The reflection was smirking at him.

Wynter knew very well that he himself was not smirking, but frowning. It was like the reflection had a mind of its own.

And then the reflection opened its mouth and growled, "Wynter."

Wynter yelped in surprise and stumbled backwards, tripping on an on icicle that had broken off and fallen on the ground. He crawled away from the reflection in terror.

And then the reflection reached forward and its hand burst out of the reflection. And just as it did, its hand turned to ice. Wynter could do nothing but look on in horror as the reflection smashed its way out of the wall and fell to the ground.

The reflection looked like an ice statue version of Wynter, being made of silvery coloured ice. It looked unconscious, so Wynter took the time to get up and stare at it for a moment. When the reflection did nothing, he reached forward and poked its icy head.

Just at that moment, the ice Wynter's head rose off the ground and stared at Wynter. His eyes were glowing blue and his teeth were tooth picks. Wynter screamed in terror and jumped backwards.

The ice Wynter slowly got to his feet, and as he did, his nails grew into long icicles, and his toes grew into long stalagmites. Wynter groaned in horror.

As the ice Wynter stared at him, his appearance shifted, and his claws and stalagmite toes retracted into normal fingers and toes, and his eyes became a regular shade, and his teeth shrunk to normal and his skin and hair became the same as Wynter.

Soon, he looked just like Wynter did,

Wynter stared at his clone in absolute confusion. The other Wynter stared back. They stared hard at each other until the ice Wynter finally spoke.

"Wynter Winterson, the end is coming for all of you."