Killer Frost From The Flash Novels & Stories

The chilled liquid slid down his throat like nectar of the gods. In the apocalypse, water meant venturing into subzero hell, digging snow, and melting it. Most who tried never came back. Cyrus wiped his mouth and fumbled for his phone. It was November 12, a full month before the Frostfall began. A long breath escaped him. "I came back. I really returned to the past. I regressed." It was not a dream. It could not be. The memory of his death, every stab of pain, was too sharp, too real.

“I'm Mr Jasper and these are my associates... James, Torres, Benson, Darlene and...” Jeff doesn't give him time to finish. He gets rid of his skin mask and introduces himself. “Geoffrey Martins.” George jumps from his seat as if he has seen a ghost. He cowers in fear as he Jayson follows suit. They're all leaning on the wall, unable to make any further steps. “Jeff? Noooo!” And the poor guy passes out. Jayson excuses himself and as he walks towards the door, Torres is quick to barricade him, giving him one of those looks.

I curled up in a corner, praying for some warmth. This place used to store frozen seafood. Now, it was just empty shelves and icy air. I stacked the shelves around me, a futile attempt to block the cold. It was useless. When I realized I was dead, a wave of despair washed over me. Seeing my frost-covered body, eyes wide with terror, and bloody nails, I felt a bone-chilling shock. Just as I was about to take a closer look, a force pulled me away, and I found myself standing next to Ean.

When I reached for the latch, the frost climbed the bars, sealing it shut between us. I woke with my hands aching from gripping the blanket. By the sixth day, the frost had reached the pedestal. I brushed it away, but the cold seeped into my fingertips, making them stiff. The stranger’s voice was low, but it carried. “We can’t hold it this time.” “Yes, we can.” My voice cracked on the last word. They shook their head. “It’s already learned the way in. We’re only slowing it.” “Then we slow it more.”

The temperature dropped drastically, frost forming on the edges of Hellflower's fiery domain. But he was undeterred, his laughter mingling with the crackling flames. With a flourish, he conjured tendrils of darkness that snaked toward Elsa. She responded with a focused burst of energy, a beam of pure frost that collided with the encroaching shadows, creating an explosion of steam that briefly obscured them from view. When the mist cleared, Elsa stood tall, her breath ragged but her resolve unshaken. Hellflower was nowhere to be seen, but a voice whispered from the shadows, an icy breath against her ear.

“Slowly… once it reaches the heart.” “And Frost?” Jack pressed. “Does it freeze them?” he asked, although it was more of a statement than a question. Zelda hesitated before nodding. “How is that different to father’s current state?” Jack knitted his brows in confusion. “Currently his entire body is frozen in time.” Zelda explained patiently “But the poison works differently. It spreads gradually… freezing wherever it touches. Each affected part dies, one by one, as the frost potion advances.” Silence fell over the cave like an oppressive storm, the heaviness that was filling their hearts spilling onto their faces.