"So, do you know where those racers disappeared to?" Frostbite Adolf asked one of the Frostbite wolves. The Frostbite wolf shook his snout, eliciting a snort of disappointment from Adolf.
"However, we do have Mrs. Claus and all of those elves captured," The Frostbite wolf said. "So those other racers shouldn't be much of a threat."
Frostbite Adolf chuckled. "Very good, let's return to Frosty Massif to report this to Frostbite Willow." With that, the two wolves scurried off to Frosty Massif.
The moment they left, two heads poked out from behind a large rock.
"Are they gone?" Fannar asked. "Yeah," Santa replied. He then added, "Those bastards, they took my wife."
"Good riddance," Fannar whispered to himself. "What was that?" Santa snapped. "Oh, nothing," Fannar quickly said.
"I can't believe that out of all of the people in this entire game, I'm stuck with the likes of you," Santa complained.
"Oh, like I feel any better?" Fannar snapped. "You're one of the worst people in this game!"
"What are you talking about, I'm the hero of this game," Santa said. "You're the villain, you're supposed to be the worst person in the story!"
"I'm also you're brother, a fact you ignore constantly!" Fannar shouted. "The brother who betrayed me!" Santa argued.
"Oh for the love of Christmas Eve, it's only during game hours!" Fannar reminded. "And the game hasn't even been played yet, so it doesn't count!"
"Well, what about the kids and how they couldn't talk?" Santa asked. "I tried to tell you, the frostbites froze their tongues so they couldn't tell you about them!" Fannar shouted.
"And how do I know you're not lying and you're ruling these frostbites?!" Santa bellowed. "Because I was caught in the blizzard just like you!" Fannar shouted.
"But you're an ice wizard!" Santa shouted. "Yeah, but I left my wand in my cave when you ABDUCTED ME!" Fannar growled.
"WHY WOULD YOU LEAVE YOUR WAND IN YOUR CAVE!" Santa shouted louder than ever.
"BECAUSE I DIDN'T HAVE A LOT OF TIME AND WE HAD TO LEAVE!" Fannar shouted.
"NO IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE AN IDIOT!" Santa insulted. "A BIG, FAT, DUMBASS IDIOT!"
That did it. Fannar drew his fist back and punched Santa square in the nose. With a groan, Santa went flying backwards and landed on the soft snow. He groaned in agony and opened his eyes just long enough to see Fannar soar down towards him and body-slam him.
The two brother rolled around in the snow, punching and kicking each other violently.
"I can't believe I thought you were my brother!" Santa said as he kicked Fannar in the shin. "You never thought of me as your brother, you hypocrite!" Fannar said and decked Santa in the face.
Santa growled and pushed Fannar off of him. The two brothers got up and charged at each other, clawing and punching at each other like they had rabies.
Eventually, Fannar kicked Santa and he stumbled backwards and towards the edge of the snow hill. Before falling, he grabbed Fannar on the sleeve, dragging him down with him.
The two stumbled down the mountain, continuing to beat the daylights out of each other like there was no tomorrow, which, giving the situation, wasn't too far-fetched.
The two brothers collapsed onto the bottom of the hill and continued striking ach other across the face when they saw a massive shadow engulf them.
The two glanced up to see the Frostbite Snowman, glaring down at them maliciously.
"Oh, hi Mr. Snowman," Fannar greeted, oblivious to the fact that he was a frostbite. Frostbite Snowman drew his fist up and brought it down at the two, but they dodged him.
"It's a frostbite!" Fannar shouted. "I know!" Santa shouted. "Let's get out of here!"
Before either could do anything, Santa was smacked by the Frostbite Snowman's massive paw, sending him flying into Fannar.
The two crashed into a pile of snow. The Frostbite Snowman stomped towards the snow pile, frost steaming out of its nostrils. His paw transformed into a giant ice scythe and he prepared to impale the snow pile and stab the two.
Before he had a chance, Fannar flew out of the snow and kicked the Frostbite Snowman square in the face, sending him flying off of the ground and crashing into the snow with a resounding thud.
Santa crawled out of the snow pile. "Come on, we don't have much time!" Fannar shouted as Frostbite Snowman began to recover from the blow and get to his knees.
Santa and Fannar began to sprint away, but the Frostbite Snowman bellowed in rage and fired a blast of ice at the two. The blast struck the ground in front of the two fleeing brothers and created an ice wall.
"We're cut off!" Santa said. "Not really, we can just go past it, idiot," Fannar said as he took off past the ice wall. "You know, you actually have a good point there," Santa reluctantly admitted. However, the Frostbite Snowman fired a blast of ice at Santa, striking him in the arm.
With a groan of pain, Santa collapsed on the floor, his arm encased in ice. Frostbite Snowman approached, a wicked grin on his face.
"S-Santa?" Fannar asked, turning around to see Santa's arm frozen in ice. He was on the ground, and the ice had latched onto the ice wall, trapping him to the ice wall.
Frostbite Snowman threw back his head and cackled evilly before his eyes started glowing and he prepared to fire an ice beam at Santa to freeze him in ice.
"Hey, you!" Fannar shouted, and he kicked the ice wall so hard it shattered, sending large chunks of ice flying into the Frostbite Snowman, evoking a howl of agony. One chunk stabbed into the Frostbite Snowman's eye.
Fannar stabbed the ice encasing Santa's arm with a shard of ice as Frostbite Snowman stumbled around, blind in his left eye. The moment Santa was free, Fannar flung the shard into Frostbite Snowman's right eye, blinding him in both eyes.
Frostbite Snowman screamed in pain, but it came to an end when Santa charged at Frostbite Snowman and tackled into him, causing him to stumble towards the edge of a cliff. With a scream, Frostbite Snowman lost balance and plummeted off the edge of the cliff. Santa and Fannar could hear his screams as he disappeared off the edge of the cliff.
Santa turned to Fannar in shock. "You saved my life," He said, astounded. "But…why? Me and the elves have treated you like garbage since the game was plugged in hours ago."
"I have no idea why," Fannar whispered, almost as shocked as Santa. "Why did I do that?"
Before either could ponder the situation, Santa glanced up at a mountain. "Hey, it's your cave," Santa said, pointing at the large mountain.
Fannar glanced around. "Yes, and my wand is there too," He said. "But aren't there frostbites there as well?" Santa said.
Fannar stroked his chin thoughtfully before saying, "Brother, I think I have an idea. But, we're going to have to use teamwork."