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Elements

Innocent questions could take a person down dangerous rabbit holes.  Questions like, for example, “Why doesn’t ghost ice melt?”

He hadn’t really thought about it before, but, surrounded by the icy caves of the Far Frozen, it seemed a natural enough question.  He hadn’t a lot of time to ask about it when he was here before, in ice power bootcamp, trying to get enough of a handle on them to fight Undergrowth without freezing to death.  

But the crystal he’d given Sam had yet to melt, and even when they’d held it over a tea light, it had retained its shape.  They’d only been able to melt ghost ice with ghost fire.  It was cool, but also weird.  

Frostbite beamed at him.  Frostbite did a lotof beaming, actually.  It was a welcome change from how most people looked at him.  

“An excellent question, Great One!  How familiar are you with elements?”

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Damn that’s a cool headcanon for how ghost ice works.

Sort of a hybrid of actual water and ectoplasm.