I never created DC canon.
Ice glanced at the blue sky while she was on patrol. Early afternoon. The middle of the afternoon. Crooks were always present when there were mornings, evenings, etc.
After Ice looked ahead, she walked to one alley and paused. She frowned and looked into it before her eyes flew open.
One scowling man held a trembling woman's purse. He faced Ice before his head tilted to the side in confusion from the sight of the latter clad in a blue costume.
Beams were from Ice's palms and froze the man's legs.
Purses were returned.
Ice then smiled with the woman.
THE END
