Nobody knew what to do. On one hand, the group of eight did have the two Frostbites severely outnumbered, but at the moment, numbers didn't matter so much as weaponry, and right now, Frostbite Willow and Frostbite Vanellope had the eight outgunned.
Willow stared at her frozen counterpart nervously, waiting uneasily for her to strike. Frostbite Willow had transformed her right arm into a blade and had it aimed right at her while her left was an icy spiked club.
After one seemed like an ice age, Frostbite Vanellope instigated the first blow. She swung her scythe hand towards Vanellope, trying to spear her, but she glitched out of harms way. The scythe impaled the wall, leaving a large hole.
As Frostbite Vanellope struggled to remove her arm, which was wedged into the wall, Vanellope kicked her square in the gut. However, the kick sent Vanellope flying backwards, and her shoe turned to ice. Vanellope tumbled into Candlehead, who face-planted the ground.
Frostbite Vanellope used her free arm and punched Rancis in the face, sending him flying into Witchy. However, Witchy just grabbed him in mid-air and set him on the ground, unfazed.
Frostbite Willow cackled and swatted Willow across the room, causing her to crash into the wall. "Keep her hands off of my sister!" Wynter shouted and he kicked Frostbite Willow in the chest, causing her to stumble backwards for a moment. He then raced over to a dazed Willow and pulled her to her feet.
"Are you okay?" He asked. "I think so," Willow mumbled, rubbing her sore head. She then glanced over and shouted, "Look out!"
She pushed Wynter out of the way just as Frostbite Vanellope fired her fingers at the two. Her fingers transformed into icepicks and impaled the wall a few feet away from Willow's face. Willow gasped at just how close she was to getting her face torn off.
"You think you can defeat us?!" Frostbite Willow bellowed furiously as she swung her fists, which were transformed into giant ice clubs, at the terrified children. She cackled even more as she destroyed the ice lair.
Witchy ducked under Frostbite Willow's club and grabbed five of Fannar's plates. Before Frostbite Willow could react, she tossed them at her like frisbees. One plate smashed into her arm, causing Frostbite Willow to shriek in pain. Another plate struck her other arm, and the third sliced her ice club right off her arm. The fourth plate smashed into her leg, causing her to throw back her head and scream in a mixture of pain and anger. However, the final plate struck her in the back of her head, and she crashed to the floor, dazed.
"Yeah, madame Frost-sucker don't mess with Witchy Halloweena!" Witchy gloated. However, Frostbite Willow swung her hand scythe at her and sliced the top of Witchy's hat clean off. Witchy glanced up at her ruined hat for a moment, and she flushed with rage.
"SLIME-EATING, CARROT-SUCKING, MOTHER-FU-" Witchy began to ramble when Licorice shoved her out of the way of Frostbite Vanellope's scythe.
"Stay away from my leader!" Frostbite Vanellope bellowed. She kicked Rancis and he crashed into Candlehead. The two stumbled to the ground as Frostbite Vanellope approached them, teeth gritted. She raised her scythe above the two, ready to strike, when a plate was smashed over her head. The frostbite immediately crashed to the ground, unconscious.
Candlehead looked up to see who had attacked her. It was Fannar.
"Come on, let's get out of here!" He said as Frostbite Willow started to get to her feet. The other seven obeyed and they started to exit. The moment they were gone, Frostbite Willow took Frostbite Vanellope and pulled her to her feet.
"Don't worry, dear," Frostbite Willow assured. "They won't get very far. I'll make sure of it."
(Scene Transition)
The eight had already exited Fannar's lair and were now sprinting down the hillside.
"What do we do now?" Candlehead asked. "Those things are still out there. And there are even more of them from what I heard."
"We'll tell my brother," Fannar suggested. "He should know what to do about this."
"Hey look, there he is now," Taffyta said, pointing at him. Indeed, Santa, Mrs. Claus, and the elves were scampering over the eight right at the moment.
"Are you sure about this?" Candlehead asked nervously. "You said you two had a negative relationship. For all we know, he still thinks you're behind everything."
"We'll just tell him about the Frostbites," Vanellope said. "He'll have to believe him if we back him up."
They were interrupted when one of the elves shouted, "There they are! And Fannar's with them, too!"
"Great, they see us," Witchy said sarcastically. "Let's just hope they can actually do something about this."
Santa stormed up to Fannar, looking angrier than he ever had before. "Fannar Claus, you better have a good explanation for all of this!" He bellowed, clearly irritated. However, Vanellope rushed over to the two.
"Wait a minute, St. Nick, we can explain everything!" Vanellope said. "You can?" Santa Claus asked, and his face softened. "Do tell."
Vanellope opened her mouth to speak, but right at that moment, the worst possible thing happened.
Nothing came out.
Vanellope froze in horror as she struggled to speak, but found herself unable to make out any noise at all. Realizing that Vanellope couldn't talk, the other seven started to try to explain to Santa about the Frostbites too, but they found themselves rendered mute as well.
As everyone pondered what was going on, the eight suddenly realized what had happened.
Frostbite Willow had literally frozen their tongues.