"This is where the ice sorcerer resides," Willow said to the other children. They had reached the entrance of Fannar's cave, and Willow and Vanellope were standing in front.
"Now remember, we have to be careful when we confront him," Willow reminded. "He is extremely dangerous, especially to people not of this game like you."
"We know, let's get on with this," Witchy moaned. "It's not like we have all day."
"Sure thing," Willow muttered, annoyed. "Come on, let's take this wizard and his blizzard down!" She strode into the cave fearlessly, along with the rest of the group.
The cave ceiling was dripping with water, and icicles were pointing in all directions. Taffyta wasn't watching where she was going and an icicle poking from the wall scraped her cheek.
"Are you sure this is such a good idea?" She asked, rubbing her sore cheek. "Are you sure you're not a whiny brat?" Willow mocked. Taffyta grumbled under her breath.
Willow effortlessly broke a large icicle off from the wall. "Just in case things get ugly," She reassured the group.
"Too bad I didn't bring my magic wand," Witchy lamented. "Wait a minute, you have a magic wand, and you didn't bring it here?" Willow asked in disbelief.
"I keep it in my house," Witchy admitted. "A shame really," Willow said. "Then I could of taken that wand and used it for myself!"
"Excuse me?" Witchy asked, perplexed. Willow realized what she just said and immediately added, "Which I would never to, of course."
Witchy was about to say something in response, but then she saw a large shadow in the distance.
"It's him!" She shouted. "It's Fannar the ice sorcerer!"
"I knew it," Willow shouted. "Ice conjurer, reveal yourself right now!"
For a moment, nobody moved. Then, Fannar shifted into view, profoundly confused.
"C-Candlehead?" He assumed. "No, it's me, Willow Winterson, and I've come to stop your evil plan," Willow announced.
Fannar was even more puzzled. "What evil plan?" He asked. Willow pointed an accusing finger at him. "Don't act all innocent, I know what you're planning," She indicted.
"Then what is it?" Fannar asked. Willow shrugged. "I don't know, but it must be evil!" She accused. "I know this because you abducted Candlehead!"
"But I let her go," Fannar said. "We're not fooled by your lies!" Rancis shouted. "I'm way too smart for that."
"Rancis is right, you expect us to believe you're deception?" Taffyta butted in.
"You see?" Willow smirked. "Nobody believes you."
Willow turned to the angered children and shouted, "Guys, seize him!"
(Scene Transition)
Candlehead, of course, was not being held captive by anyone. She was strolling through the snow, still somewhat depressed at the events that had just transpired. That is, until something caught her attention.
"My candle!" She shouted excitedly. Sure enough, Willow had left her candle in the snow a few feet away from Frosty Massif. The cake-themed girl skipped happily towards her previously lost cap. Scooping it up, she snapped her fingers and the candle was lit on fire.
"That's better," She said. She then turned around and was about to leave when she heard a scream. It was coming from inside Frosty Massif.
"What the cherry bombs was that?" She asked. She then noticed the entrance to Frosty Massif. "Oh, Taffyta better not have gotten herself in trouble again," She grumbled as she took off inside of the mountain.
(Scene Transition)
Of course it wasn't Taffyta screaming. It was Wynter. How Candlehead confused the two voices was beyond anybody's guess.
"Stay away from me!" Wynter shouted to the doppelganger. The ice Wynter had advanced towards him, his arm stretched out to grab him. His fingers had transformed into icicles once more as he reached forward.
"You can't fight fate, Wynter Winterson," Ice Wynter moaned as his teeth grew into fangs and his yes started glowing blue.
"I said get back!" Wynter shouted defiantly. However, the ice Wynter persisted and surged forward, latching onto Wynter's jacket. The young boy screamed in agony and glanced down to see that his jacket was turning to ice. Instinctively, he ripped his jacket off, which crashed to the floor and shattered into a million pieces.
"What are you?" Wynter asked the ice Wynter, which was still advancing towards him.
"I'm...you." The ice Wynter said, and he suddenly sounded like a regular boy instead of an aging man.
Wynter, out of the corner of his eye, saw a large icicle, and immediately lunged towards it, scooping it off the ground.
"No you're not!" He shouted and slammed the icicle over the ice Wynter's head. However, to his shock, the ice Wynter barely flinched and the icicle broke into a million pieces. Wynter dropped the edge of the icicle to the floor in shock, and glanced down at it for a moment before looking up to see the ice Wynter, grinning maliciously.
Wynter took a step backwards and slipped on the ice, crashing to the ground. He lay on the floor, dazed, as the ice Wynter surged towards him.
Wynter could only look up in horror as the ice Wynter opened his mouth, revealing rows of sharp fangs. He bent down, but Wynter unexpectedly grabbed a sharp of the broken icicle and stabbed ice Wynter in the mouth.
Ice Wynter jumped back in shock, the sharp of ice still lodged in his mouth. Wynter sprung to his feet and noticed that the shard of ice was sticking out of the back of the ice Wynter's head, and shivered in horror before turning around to flee. It was then that he came face-to-face with a familiar sight.
"Licorice?" He asked, confused. Indeed, Licorice, or at least it looked like Licorice, was standing in front of him, her arms crossed. Then, Witchy, Rancis and Taffyta shuffled out from behind the walls.
"Oh, I'm glad to see you guys," Wynter said in relief. "Look, I don't know what's happening, but a copy of me is stalking me throughout the cave, and I need your help to, stop him or something."
The Licorice girl said nothing, but instead she pointed her finger at Wynter and her index finger transformed into a dagger, which she jabbed in Wynter's direction. He ducked in shock as the dagger finger smashed into the wall.
"Kill him," The Witchy girl uttered.
"...Oh, frostbite," Wynter whispered in horror as realization dawned upon him. The ice Licorice transformed her hand into a scythe and swung it at Wynter, but he narrowly dodged. He kicked the ice Licorice in the leg as a reflex, but his shoe turned to ice upon contact.
The ice Licorice swung the scythe at Wynter once more, and this time she scratched his sleeve. Wynter moaned in pain and the ice Witchy transformed her hand into an ice mallet and slammed it into his side, sending him flying several feet into a wall.
Wynter groaned in agony as the ice children slowly advanced towards him, all walking in the same line, their hands turned into icicles.
Wynter struggled to get to his feet as the ice Wynter slowly reached towards him, a large grin on his face.
"Goodnight, Wynter Winterson," He whispered as he was inches from Wynter.
Suddenly, however, a new voice entered everybody's ears:
"Say goodnight to who? I thought it was just the afternoon."
Everybody spun around in shock. Standing a few feet away from the ice children, an innocent smile on her face and a cap with a candle on her head, was Candlehead.
The ice children glanced up at the flaring candle on her head for one moment, and instantly they all let out a simultaneous scream of horror. Then, before Candlehead could do anything, they took off down the icy hallways.
"What was that about?" Candlehead asked as she helped Wynter to his feet. "I don't know, but something tells me they'll be back," Wynter said. "Who are you, by the way?"
"Me?" Candlehead asked. "Why, you can call me Candlehead."