Kyle smiled as people called out their bets. He slipped his hand into the gauntlet, which promptly locked itself onto his wrist.
"Hey, what the?" Then Kyle felt a searing pain spreading throughout his arm. Kyle yelled loudly, falling on the floor, and he tried to grip onto his arm in reflex, but the outside of the Glove was just like it was a minute ago: Painfully cold. "Agggh oh god!" He began to shake his arm, as if the lock system that attached to his forearm would just wiggle off. His screaming slowly trailed off, and as kyle panted, looking at the glove, he realized that the heat was subsiding. He lightly touched the outside again, this time it felt almost...normal. No... as he touched the pillar with his gloved hand, he saw small bits of frost begin to form. The temperature didn't go back... he got used to it.
As kyle tried to process the turn of events, he attempted once again to pull it off. No matter how he pulled, it stayed firmly locked to him. Kyle sighed, falling onto his back, looking up at the sky and taking deep breaths.