Snow heard Skellington, but wasn’t able to acknowledge him right away, as she thought about the state that all of the children are now currently in. “R-Right”, she stuttered on her words, before flinching, drawing her hand back once the angel warmed her about what the ooze could do. When you’re sick, there would be an outcome whether if you will survive or not...and that scares her. Standing back up to her full height, her staff glowed, allowing the wind to pick up the skeleton and the angel, and carry them back to Snata’s Workshop. 

There, she had to search for her brother. Snow needed him, in these times of comfort. “Jack! Jack?”, she called out to him, which only made her recall the many memories she had with him, growing up, before his death; where he saved her. Jack and his many tricks; he made her laugh and smile. “Jackson Frost?!”