"Son of a freaking...." Frost Bite growled as watched everyone getting out of the way. How much longer was this going to take? Whatever the situation was at this point was out of his hands. He quickly fused the powder into one big ball once everyone was gone so he'd be able to more easily control the wind. Taking the large ball of powder he condensed it into a small ball by slowly making the ball smaller and then focused on keeping the ball still with one hand as he forced open the back of a nearby tractor trailer with the free hand, which took considerable effort on his part because he had to use the wind to keep it open without breaking it. Man he hated gas attacks or poison attacks because it forced him to completely ignore shit in an effort to make sure it didn't spread. The absolute worst thing that could happen in this scenario was for it to spread out further. 

However this internal complaining of his made Frost Bite only more angry with himself and he quickly got back to the job at hand as he forced the ball into the back of the tractor trailer and then let the door drop down trapping the powder inside the back of the truck. "Alright now what?" complained Frost Bite as he went to survey what else he had to do.