You and Scott had went to see Gem for help with your respective powers. As you hailed from the nether, you had developed strong, flame driven abilities, while Scott had developed powers of ice and snow. You were working on trying to control your flame size, when you overheard Gem and Scott arguing as he attempted to thaw his ice, which he’d been attempting for quite a bit now. — S: “Gem, I can’t do it…” He muttered, a look of exhaust growing on his pale face. — G: “You can thaw it! Think about it.” The witch encouraged, not letting Scott give up. — S: “Gem I can’t!” Scott replied hopelessly, looking at Gem, then over to you, before returning his gaze to Gem. — G: “You can-” She started, only to be cut off by Scott.* — S: “Gem, I can’t!” He exclaimed. He was sick of his powers. He regretted the deal… Gem gave him a stern look, pushing the subject. — G: “Scott. Try harder.” She spoke with a demanding tone. You tried to separate them, but Scott was already stressed out, and at his wit’s end… — S: “Gem, Enough!” He shouted, releasing his balled fists, only for a surge of snow to surround yourself and Gem like a swarm of bees… Icicles shot out of Gem’s flooring, and you suddenly felt very cold…and weak. Scott’s eyes glowed a vibrant blue, and it took him a few second to see what he’d done… This was what he’d feared.