"Don't mind if I do," The villain hissed as he turned around, ice shooting from his hand to coat the hero in a thick layer. He then reached behind his back to draw his weapon: a strange looking blade indeed. The villain strode towards the frozen hero. "Don't tell me you came alone. Where are your friends? I was hoping for a bit more turnout." 

The hero before him was too big and bulky; he simply would not make the plan work. But Frostbite figured the more danger their ally was in, the pep the heroes would put in their step. He raised his blade up and brought it down into the suit's shoulder. The blade didn't penetrate the suit, but left icy crystals behind in the gash it made in the ice prison. The crystals soon began to grow inwards. Strong and fast, it wouldn't take them long to penetrate the armor. Of course, the villain didn't know that this was probably not the best idea.