Hákon moved slowly, but surely, towards the scene of the incident, having opted out of the impromptu show and tell that some of the others had set up in the midst of the alert.

"I'll never understand some people," he thought, shaking his head as he made one of several transit switches, that would take him to his destination. The bus, he found, was simple enough to redirect, given the proper compensation for the driver. He donned the only uniform item he possessed, a slick, angular white mask that covered his face. It wasn't there for any real purpose, other than to protect his identity, which was only a routine he adhered to due to Ice's insistence. His identity wouldn't place anyone at risk, even if he were to announce it to every villain he came across. But if he were to make himself known to any law enforcement agency that had affiliates around the world, his ability to perform as a "superhero" would be severely limited.

Hard to fight crime from behind bars. Criminals, absolutely. But it would be meaningless in the end.

As his transit finally came to an end, Frostburn dropped a few bills onto the outstretched palm of the bus driver who had so kindly gone out of his way for him, then stepped off the bus to witness the chaos that the team had wreaked upon the corner of Main and Grell.

"Gods, these people..." He muttered, walking towards the scene and assessing the situation.

Hákon was not a flashy hero, and he was not particularly potent in close quarters combat (something he had been meaning to work on), but he was as cold as his namesake, and he had an intellect that made his powers even more potent than they would have been in the hands of a being that operated purely on instinct.

So, with the others pounding away on Icicle (the poor guy), Frostburn opted to take the role of damage control, walking into the midst of the frozen scenery and bringing his powers to bear.

It was a simple matter for him to find that connection to the ice that coated much of his surroundings, rearrange the molecular structure of the solid water, loosening and breaking the bonds that gave the chemicals their crystalline structure.

In a matter of seconds, the solid ice had become unstable, and it turned to slush, then to liquid water.

With much of the cleanup taken care of, Hákon drew the water to himself, leading it up his body, where it formed layer upon layer of incredibly dense ice sheets. This was what he colloquially knew as "Aufeis armor," after a formation of layered sheets of ice that formed atop rivers in his homeland.

Thus protected, Frostburn moved towards the action, looking to Icicle with no small amount of pity.

"Have any of you attempted to apprehend this man? Or are you all satisfied with trying to kill him? Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't believe our sponsors killed in order to protect the citizens." He called out, looking pointedly at Icicle. If he wanted to give up peacefully, this was the best opportunity he had been given.