Ace lay curled on the floor, his new bulky iceolation form covered in tattered clothes and shimmering icy armor. His off-white skin, blue fur, and jagged icicle horns gave him a fearsome appearance, but his muted gray eyes and ragged breathing showed distress.

The ice armor, shifting with his anxiety, contrasted sharply with his warm tears.

His need for solitude and aversion to touch were clear, as any approach would likely increase his anxiety.