Frozone Quote Novels & Stories

Drool gathered and began to drip from his gleaming teeth. “I need more answers.” “We’re too cold,” she said pitifully. “Can I...let me warm you up?” the question directed at the wolf, who snorted at him and got about as close to rolling his eyes as he imagined a wolf could get. “I don’t know,” she said, her voice was small and hollow.

Her memory was a brilliant, enduring light that touched them all. On stage, Zyan took a moment to clear the emotion from his throat. When he spoke again, his voice was steady, grounding the huge werewolf crowd. "I want to thank every single one of you for coming out and supporting the games this week," Zyan said, offering a deep, respectful nod to the allied packs. "If I am being completely honest, we weren't sure we should even hold the festival this year. But looking out at all of you right now... seeing this community stand together... it proves beyond a shadow of a doubt that the Frost Pack isn't just surviving. We are thriving."

“Why did you suddenly get close to Zaria? Why did you protect her from Anna and the others? Do you have some ulterior motive?” Frida let out a small laugh and narrowed her eyes naturally, giving her a sweet expression. Her soft laughter chimed like clinking crystal, yet it carried a trace of coldness. “Oh, God, Jonas. I merely helped Zaria. Is that also a crime in your eyes?” Jonas blinked, momentarily distracted by the dimple that formed beside Frida's mouth as she smiled. “It's not a crime,” he countered. “It just doesn’t make sense.”

Zane was left speechless, suddenly bombarded with unexpected affection. Aurora, observing Zane's dejected expression, reminded, "Didn't you ask for a crash course?" Zane lamented, "This isn't a crash course. It's more like a death sentence…"

Twenty inches in four hours. "On January 8th, five days from now, there's going to be a sudden snow event. Twenty inches in four hours, starting at 2 PM. No meteorologist will see it coming. It will shut down the entire city." Morrison wrote this down. "And if this doesn't happen?" "Then charge me with whatever you want. But if it does happen exactly as I said, you need to take me seriously about February 14th." "And if we decide you're just lucky?"

skillfully. “Do you think this joke is hilarious?” Zachary’s voice was as cold as a blizzard that hit in the midst of December. “I...” Sotiria lowered her head hurriedly when she saw his freezing glare. Her tongue seemed to have been tied and frozen at the same time. “I didn’t... I didn’t mean to joke with you...” “Then, are you playing with me?” Zachary’s voice escaped from the gap between his lips and teeth, and each syllable and every word sounded as murderous as a blade.

“Have you ever eaten fruit that’s been frozen in temperatures below minus 40 degrees?” Huh? Why was she talking about fruit? I shook my head. “No.” “I’ve had freeze-dried strawberries. They get really fragile. If you touch them, they break apart, just like my heart right now.” She slowly turned to me, and large tears started falling from her eyes. I was taken aback. Sophie was the straightforward type who did not use metaphors. Yet, her words were so vivid. It felt like I could see her heart turning into a freeze-dried strawberry and breaking into pieces.

“Are you joking? I wasn’t even sure how I managed to stay alive.” “The big boss won’t kill you. You’re a good asset, he won’t let you die if he thinks you’re still useful.” He stood and walked towards the fridge and when he came back, he had frozen peas in one hand. “Here.” He handed the bag of frozen peas and I shoved it against my back where it hurt most. “I prefer peas over anything else.” Mario shrugged. “They fit better to my back, knees, or shoulder, and when they’re hard they kinda massage my muscles like cold beads.”

“Barely. I think there’s still some flour in places it shouldn’t be.” He chuckles, his smile wide and genuine. “You were quite the sight, you know. Covered in flour, looking both adorable and ready to murder someone.” “Adorable?” I repeat, raising an eyebrow. “That’s a first.” “Oh, absolutely,” he replies, leaning casually against a post. “It was a masterpiece. A flour-dusted goddess in her natural habitat.” I shake my head, trying to suppress a grin. “You have a strange sense of humor, Frost.”

She could feel it, something was coming, something that had been waiting for a very long time. Behind her, the door creaked open “You’re going to freeze out here. Zack’s voice was softer than usual. Zoe didn’t turn. “I like the cold,” she said quietly. “It helps me think.” Zack stepped beside her, leaning against the railing. “You’ve been doing a lot of that lately.” Zoe let out a small breath. “I don’t think I have a choice.” There was a pause.