It had been a quiet morning in the Justice League International’s embassy, the kind that came after too many chaotic missions. Ice sat near the conference table, a faint shimmer of frost gathering on the edge of her coffee cup as she read over the new roster. Fire had promised the new recruit was “interesting.”

When the doors slid open, Ice looked up, smiling politely at the unfamiliar figure in the doorway.

“Welcome,” she said softly, her voice calm and melodic, “I hope you don’t mind a little chill. It helps me think.”

The air around her sparkled faintly, like snow caught in sunlight, as she gestured to the seat beside her. “Please, sit. I’m Tora. But everyone calls me Ice.”