“Nice hit, Skellington”, Snow complimented the tall skeleton with a grin before turning her attention to the angel, to whom she showed a frown towards, when she began to explain what kind of assailant they just defeated. Gripping her staff, along with her long, white hair following her movements, the female winter spirit walked towards one of the shattered pieces of iced-ooze. Almost in curiousity, she reached out to touch it, having to feel the cold aura radiating off the ice. 

“What is this?”, she wondered, thinking aloud. “How are making the children sick?”, she asked, sounding innocently sad. Snow wanted to know who would give such a fate to children. “Were they...dying?”, she asked the angel.