Everybody in the lair screamed louder than had ever been heard before. Fannar and the two reflections were the only ones who remained silent.
"What the fudge is going on?!" Witchy shouted, swinging her arms over her head. Licorice covered her mouth to keep from screaming even more. Vanellope covered her ears from the noise. Rancis was starting to get a headache.
"Everybody, SHUT UP!" Vanellope shouted, neglecting that she, too, had been screaming her lungs out mere moments before. Instinctively, everybody quieted down. With everyone silent, Vanellope aimed her finger at the reflection Willow and shouted, "Who are you?"
"I'm her," The reflection Willow moaned, pointing a shaking finger at a petrified Willow. The reflection Willow was starting to talk in an old, hag-like voice just like the other reflections. It was then that she started to morph somewhat to reveal her true form.
Her skin turned to ice, and her eyes started glowing blue with piercing white pupils. Her dark brown hair started to shift into platinum blonde, even paler than Taffyta's, and started to grow even longer until her hair was down to her waist. Her small teeth grew into jagged fangs, and her damaged cheek immediately healed and returned to normal. Her purple shirt also transformed to ice as well and absorbed her jeans, becoming a long dress.
"Holy...shit," Witchy whispered in awe. Licorice briefly glared at her, a little put off by her coarse language, but her eyes immediately went onto the changing reflection Willow.
The reflection Willow still resembled Willow, but now looked like an ice statue version of her, similar to the one she had previously turned Willow into.
"Who are you?" Vanellope repeated. "What are you?"
"She's a frostbite," Fannar muttered. Candlehead had been untying him white the reflection Willow was transforming, and he stood up.
"Frostbite?" Taffyta said. "She can't be frostbite. Frostbite is an injury or destruction of skin and underlying tissue, most often that of the nose, ears, fingers, or toes, resulting from prolonged exposure to freezing or sub-freezing temperatures."
"Everybody knows that," Fannar said. "But this is a different frostbite."
"What are talking about, old man?" Rancis asked. "Taffyta already explained what a frostbite is."
"The frostbite we're talking about isn't an injury by freezing," Fannar said. "They're people."
Wynter's eyebrow raised. He glanced at the reflection Willow and the reflection Vanellope and said, "What do you mean, people?"
"Yeeeeeess, explain ussssssssssss," The reflection Willow said.
Fannar sighed heavily. "Okay, okay, Frostbite Willow, I'll do it. The frostbites are the other programmed villains of this game. They're were meant to be an obstacle to my brother during game hours, along with the wolves, the bears, the yetis, and me. But they weren't like the others. They were...cold inside, and they're automatically malicious."
"So, they're like Cy-Bugs?" Vanellope assumed. "Yes, but far more dangerous," Fannar said despite having never heard of a Cy-Bug before.
"Well where do they appear and when?" Rancis asked.
"They don't start off alive, in a way," Fannar said. "They're only released if you look directly at your reflection in Frosty Massif, to which the reflection turns into a Frostbite."
Everybody froze. The two Frostbite children just smirked.
"You mean, the same mountain the reflection Willow led us to," Rancis stammered nervously as Fannar's eyes widened as he realized what had happened. "You looked at your reflection?" The ice man said, visibly horrified.
"All of us did, I guess," Licorice muttered, ashamed.
Wynter spun around and faced Frostbite Willow. "So when Willow entered Frosty Massif, she accidentally released you, and then you froze her in ice, took her place, and led us all there to release more of you?" He correctly guessed. Frostbite Willow nodded cheerfully.
"So that's why the wolves attacked us," Vanellope said. "Those weren't the real wolves, those were Frostbite wolves!"
"So the yeti and the bear that tried to kill us were Frostbites too?" Rancis asked. "It appears so," Fannar said. "So all those disappearing elves were actually frozen in ice when they unintentionally released Frostbite elves?" Vanellope said. "And so was Rudolph. He released a Frostbite reindeer as well, and it froze him in ice, didn't it?" She pointed an accusing finger at Frostbite Willow, who just smiled innocently.
"So that's why none of those other animals ever attacked you," Taffyta accused Frostbite Willow. "They knew you were a Frostbite so they never harmed you."
"Not just another Frostbite," Frostbite Willow announced. "I'm their leader. Since I was the first Frostbite released, that means I'm their automatic ruler."
"Wait a moment," Wynter said. "You were the reason I couldn't talk! Every time I was with others you made it so I couldn't speak. It was only when we were alone that you let me talk."
"We Frostbites can freeze people's tongues so they can't spill the beans on anything," Frostbite Willow explained while Frostbite Vanellope nodded in agreement. "I couldn't have you voicing your suspicions to everybody so I decided you shouldn't voice anything unless there was no need to worry."
"Well it's over, doppelganger!" Witchy announced. "We know your secret. Give up. You'll never win."
Reflection Willow jumped in the centre of the room. "Yes we will! My Frostbite army will soon rise up and take control of the entire game! And once we've taken your place, we'll get even more people to look into Frosty Massif and release even more Frostbites. We'll rule the arcade!"
"Not as long as we're here," Vanellope exclaimed. "We'll make sure you never take over this game!"
"...Alright, little girl," Frostbite Willow said. "Let's see if you can back up your little threat!" Her hand transformed into a giant ice blade, and she aimed it at Vanellope, who suddenly lost a bit of confidence.
"Um, Fannar, you seem to know a lot about these things, what do we do?" Rancis whispered quietly. The large man shrugged. "I quite honestly have no idea," He admitted.
The group turned to face the two Frostbites. Their hands had transformed into giant blades, clubs, and other blunt objects.
"Guys," Licorice said, shaking with fear. "We are so toast."