The alarms at Blackgate had begun an hour ago. Power flickered. Sirens wailed through the ice-choked corridors. Most of the eastern wing was in lockdown. Frosted over corpses of guards stood like ice statues in the hallway, their eyes wide, breath forever held.

Killer Frost walked slowly, her boots crunching against the forming rime.

Another figure came out at the other end of the hallway. Both stopped looking at eachother.

"You gonna let me pass..." she said, eyes glinting like cracked glaciers, "or do you want to join the art installation?"