"Ah, I see you're waking up, my dear," The ice villain cooed to his captive, bent over to peer down at her. "That was a nice trick, trying to melt all my precious ice, but good luck. I've been watching you heroes for some time; I know your limits. You'd burn yourself out before you melted through." He paused as he smirked down her. "I'd rather you not; it'd be a shame for such a pretty little girl to just throw herself away like that. Perhaps when I'm done with your friends, I'll keep you for my own." He chuckled and straightened up.

During his monologue, a lump across the room had begun to stir. Unlike Per, Dylan awoke very cold. His exposed skin was red from laying on the ice, the rest of his costume icy. His head swirled a bit before clearing up and processing what was going on. He heard the villain's nasty words and felt himself getting angry. How dare he talk to sweet little Per that way? Dylan frowned as he sent the man a nasty wave of fearful illusions. The villain jumped and turned to look at him.

"Oh...[i]you're[/i] awake. I can't say I'm thrilled." He stiffened as Dylan hit him again, but managed to fight off the clown's mental attacks. "I sure hope your friends find you before you freeze." The words didn't sound very hopeful. With that, Frostbite turned and made his leave rather hastily. Dylan slowly sat up and rubbed his head. 

"Are you okay?" His voice reached out timidly to Per. He knew she had to be terrified; she was already afraid of him, but now she was trapped in a room full of ice with him.