Vanellope's life flashed before her eyes as she saw Frostbite Wynter, Frostbite Licorice, Frostbite Witchy, Frostbite Rancis and Frostbite Taffyta descend towards the workshop. They were all in their ice forms, with ice-pick fangs and icicle claws. Their eyes glowed blue with anger.

Oh crap! Was all she was thinking. She instantly raced towards the other mute children. She shook Candlehead in an attempt to alert her of the oncoming danger. However, Candlehead remained scowling on the chair, barely taking notice of her panicking president.

Rancis, however, actually noticed how terrified Vanellope was and glanced outside the window to see the group of Frostbites charging towards the workshop.

Jumping the air in surprise, he grabbed Witchy and Licorice and pulled them to the window to see the threat that was making its way towards them. Everybody, even Witchy, jumped in shock and Taffyta, who had glanced at the window in confusion, took off towards the door. Not to warn anybody, but just to leave and save her own skin.

However, the moment Taffyta laid a finger on the doorknob, ice started to spread across the door. She jumped back in horror. Vanellope saw the ice begin to thicken over the door and looked outside the window.

Frostbite Wynter was aiming his index finger at the room the children were in. Sparkles of ice and snow shot out of his fingernail and started to slide through the window and make contact with the door, freezing it shut.

Desperately, Vanellope grabbed the doorknob and started to try and yank it open, but it was no use. She wasn't nearly strong enough to pull the door open. She turned around to see Frostbite Wynter snickering to himself, finding her attempts to free herself amusing.

Rancis tapped Vanellope and started making a spastic movement. Vanellope just stared at him awkwardly until she remembered the last time he made a spastic movement: When he was mimicking her glitching.

Realizing what he was trying to say, Vanellope thought hard.

Come on, Vanellope, you have to do this. You just have to glitch us all out of here and warn the elves.

She grabbed everybody in the room and they all broke apart into code as they glitched towards the wall. However, they suddenly bounced backwards the moment they touched the icy walls and went crashing into Santa's desk.

Vanellope rubbed her sore head and groaned. As she got to her feet, she glanced at the wall and glitched towards it again, but once more, she bounced off against the wall and crashed into Licorice.

The walls, Vanellope thought. They're so rock hard that I can't even teleport through them.

She looked around. The entire room was coated in ice.

We can't get out, She thought hopelessly. We're trapped in here.

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Willow and Wynter were drinking hot chocolate in the basement, surrounded by the elves. Unlike the others, who had refused any service from the elves, Willow and Wynter had gladly accepted. They had endured much harsher weather than the Sugar Rush racers had, and they had taken any service the elves had delivered onto them. They weren't very happy about what had happened to Fannar previously, but they figured they would just clear everything up when they got their voice back.

Willow had already finished her thirteenth drink of hot chocolate when she glanced up at the window, which the elves had repaired once they all returned.

She could make out a leg walking past the window. And as she looked closer, she realized the leg was made out of ice.

Realizing it was a Frostbite, Willow opened her mouth and screamed at the top of her lungs. Every head snapped towards her, including Wynter's. His face was distorted into disbelief.

It was then that Willow realized that she could talk. "I-I'm talking!" Willow whispered quietly, just as shocked as Wynter. "Wait a minute," She whispered to herself. "Wynter, start talking!"

"But I can't talk!" Wynter said and then covered his mouth in shock. He could talk now!

"Um., could you two explain what's going on?" Mr. Short asked, irritated. "There's a Frostbite walking around the workshop!" Willow explained immediately. The other elves stared at her, and then started laughing.

"Silly child, Frostbite is an injury do to extreme cold, not a person!" Mr. Short exclaimed between giggles. Willow clenched her fists and she grabbed a candle before grabbing Wynter's arm and racing up towards the basement door.

"Fine, if you won't believe us, we'll handle this ourselves!" She shouted to the still laughing elves as she and Wynter exited the basement.

She and Wynter raced through the hallways, still carrying the candle.

"Willow, why can we talk?" Wynter asked. "I think it's because of the hot chocolate we drank!" Willow answered. "It unfroze our tongues! But that doesn't matter, we have to find the other children and save them before the Frostbites get them!"

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The six children were banging on the icy walls, trying to get the attention of the elves. Alas, it was no use. They were barely making a sound through the large ice.

Vanellope slumped to the ground in defeat.

Great, now what? She asked herself mentally. She groaned in despair until she glanced towards Candlehead. She was standing next to a wall, and the ice around it was suddenly melting to the ground.

Her candle! That's it! Vanellope thought cheerfully. She glitched over to Candlehead and dragged her towards the door. Instantly, the ice started to melt to the floor.

The other children stopped banging on the walls and watched with hoy as the ice around the door melted to the ground. Their feet were getting soaked in water, but they didn't care. They just wanted to leave the room as soon as possible.

Soon enough, the door had been completely thawed. Instantly, Vanellope yanked the door open, a huge smile on her face.

We're free! She thought joyfully. But her excitement all faded when she saw who was standing in front of the door, staring at her.

It was Candlehead, or at least, a Frostbite version of her. Her entire body was coated in ice, and she the dots on her stockings were bright blue. Her hair, instead of having pigtails, were instead let loose and was hanging at her shoulders. Her stockings were dark black with small blue dots. And on her head, she wore a dark black cap with sparkling blue snow on her candle replacing the flame.

"Hello, I'm Frostbite Candlehead," She whispered menacingly. "Frostbite Taffyta told me it would be a lot of fun if I turned her all to ice, so here I am, ready to play the game!"

Candlehead instinctively removed her helmet and shoved it close to Frostbite Candlehead, hoping to melt her into water. However, with a grin on her face, Frostbite Candlehead removed her helmet as well and held it in front of Candlehead's candle. Instantly, her candle went out.

The six children gulped in fear as Frostbite Candlehead placed her helmet back on her head.

"Now that wasn't nice, you guys," She said in a mocking voice. "I guess I should teach you all a lesson. A permanent one."