Too Late to Save Them: Frozen in Time
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Part 5
Forever Ice
F.I.
A company that has its hands in commercial and medical.
An insulated cup that keeps your drinks cold? In perpetuity?
An insulated container that keeps your medicine cold, without refrigeration? Helpful for the unhoused and migratory? Keeps donated organs cold during travel. Supports medical supplies and food supplies to war torn countries.
Makes Nathan millions.
No other company can replicate his Forever Ice.
Many try. Many fail.
Nathan reaps the rewards of a good businessman.
His company has grown, and so many want their hands in his stock.
His investors want to know the secret. They want him to duplicate his ice and have more of it available. (He tried; but the ice will only grow back after some is split from the main source. . . the boy. It won’t grow on its own. He did think about. . . splitting the child, but even he wasn’t that inhumane).
The world had developed and changed drastically from when he was a child.
World ending threats and superhuman aliens existed.
He should have accounted for someone wanting his ice. . . for using unsavory means to get it.
As he stared at the assassin in front of him, he attempted to bargain. To pay him not to kill him.
The masked man shook his head.
“If only it was that simple.”
- - -
Nathan’s body moved. Nathan’s body spoke. Nathan’s body performed decent enough for no one to realize that it wasn’t Nathan controlling it.
Meanwhile Nathan begged and cried out in his mind as his body was piloted by someone using a chip embedded deeply in his brain.
The one controlling Nathan made him transfer funds to an undisclosed account. The one controlling Nathan made him break into the Ice. Made Nathan see the boy again.
Observe with his eyes as the frost built up and covered the boy in ice.
And again, this time with specialized equipment.
The one controlling Nathan made him warm up a bit of the boy's arm; to put in a specialized syringe. To pull out his blood.
The one controlling Nathan made him watch as the boy shivered lightly, before the frost built up around him again.
The one controlling Nathan sent the vial away.
The one controlling Nathan had him repeat this process over the course of months.
The one controlling Nathan got along with his workers; his friends; his family.
No one noticed anything was wrong.
Nathan was trapped in a living hell.
- - -
Darla’s boss was a good man. He owned the company, but he always made time to talk to every employee at Forever Ice.
Darla was part of the night security. Nathan would strike up and keep up conversations with every member of staff, staying personable and down to earth. It wasn’t often she was offered (and good-humoredly reminded) to call a CEO by their first name. He made sure they had competitively good pay and benefits, and asked about their lives and families, and remembered what they said!
Nathan Anderson was a good man.
- - -
Tim had paused looking into the company for a month, but he was back at it now.
Forever Ice had. . . inconsistencies about its creation. In the published history of the company it stated that the unique material was created by Nathan Anderson, a Wisconsin native who was also the head of the company.
However Mr. Anderson’s education history was in business. He had an abysmal employment history, often jumping in on frankly embarrassing inventions and companies that had no chance of success. However, he seemed fairly charismatic and seemed to have found his ‘Golden Goose’.
Now, having a formal education was not necessary for success. (Tim was the poster child for that). Unless Anderson was hiding a great intellect- and a lab- this wasn’t his own creation.
Tim paused. Anderson could have created it. Not by science, but perhaps by his own biology?
Was this a metahuman using his…abilities… to make a profit? (Wouldn’t be the first)
However, there were plenty of groups that liked to stop that kind of thing.
Tim sighed. So far everything seemed to be working fine for Anderson.
He filled out a report documenting the company and added it to the ‘possible concerns’ folder for the JL. He also added alerts for himself; if anything changed with the company, he’d look back into it.
At the moment, he had more pressing cases to attend to.
- - -
This place had loyal employees. Leonard Snart was impressed. His team took out security (non-lethally), and had cameras altered to repeat feeds. He wanted to see the process of Forever Ice. This Ice had worked well in his guns against the Flash crew, and he wanted to see if he could advance it further to his uses.
That’s why he was here, at the source.
However, it seemed his crew wasn’t the only ones here, as he noticed the now frozen security camera. He sighed. It had the tell-tell signs of Mr. Freeze Of course that one from Gotham had been thinking the same thing.
He alerted his crew quietly.
Freeze could be reasoned with. Sometimes.
- - -
Nora felt so ALIVE as she snuck into the facility.
There wasn't any guards; the camera’s she easily froze.
In the before, she never would have done something like this.
She wasn’t a good person anymore. She admitted it.
Before the illness, she had tried. Be the good daughter, the good student, the good wife. Once she had her diagnosis she had been gentle. Gentle to her family, her friends, her ballet company, to the doctors, to Victor. To give them a good memory of her once she had gone. But now? . . .
This was her life, and she was going to LIVE.
Now, where. . .
She paused. She had expected a lab, but not. . . hmm.
There in the center of the room was an irregular chunk of ice. One side chipped in fairly deep. There were carts and pics on tables near the ice.
She went over to the chipped side. Was this Forever Ice?
Ah, there was probably a machine in the center that created the ice, similar to one of Victor's inventions. That’s simple enough.
She began to gently break into the ice.
. . .
Snart found the door slightly ajar, the security panel frozen over.
He listened.
“Oh…”
A woman’s voice. Soft.
“What have they done to you?”
Snart paused. That certainly wasn’t Mr. Freeze. Was this another rogue with ice? Or even worse- a new hero?
He pushed the door gently open and saw a woman; deep blue skin, blond hair- gently trying to remove. . . something from a large block of ice.
She didn’t seem to notice him. He continued to watch.
She was incredibly gentle, snapping ice under her hand (she had enhanced strength it seemed), before pulling-
Shit.
Was that a child?
She hefted the boy up; pale blue skin, black hair- and moved to the entrance.
They locked eyes.
Her expression was surprise, then anger.
“Are you a part of this.”
Her voice, cold with growing fury.
“No.” He slightly paused, watching her expression. “I’m here to rob the place. Surprised as you.”
He observed her appearance. She wasn’t Mr. Freeze, but her suit mimicked his.
Did Freeze make someone else like him? Glancing at the child. . . Someones?
Snart made a decision.
“I have a secured place not far from here. We can keep it cold for the both of you.”
The woman looked angry for a second; an expression of desperate independence Snart was well familiar with.
“Look. I don’t hurt kids. This one obviously needs help.” He paused, glancing at the boy. Already a thick layer of frost covered his skin. “And you seem like you want to help him too.”
He didn’t voice that he thought they were related; that was their business.
He waited.
- - -
Nora held the boy- a young teenager- in her arms. His body was warm, but also produced ice. It was like he had a fever, and his body was attempting to fight it.
This was not what she had intended to find.
A child, frozen in his own ice. Used by a company.
The man in front of her wore a winter outfit, holding a type of gun loosely to his side. He carried no emotion throughout their conversation.
She had meant to simply rob the place of all the ice she would need to update her suit.
But this boy. . .
She was getting angry. Angrier. She walked over to the man, gently handing him the boy.
“Get anyone you care about out of here. Keep the kid safe. Give me a moment.”
The man took the boy and swiftly turned, walking out of the room.
Nora began to release her fury.
Slowly at first, but then she couldn’t control it.
The room, the halls, the building froze under her cryokinesis.
She cried and screamed, unsure where all this emotion bubbled from.
She had been frozen against her will. Returned in this altered state. Intended to follow someone else’s life.
There was a boy, sick, his body used for someone else.
Life was cruel.
Unfairly cruel.
- - -
Snart watched impassively as the entire building froze over.
The child in his arms was already heavier, another layer of ice building up. Soon he would have to put him down.
The woman stumbled out, looking spent. He didn’t comment on the frozen tear streaks lining her face.
His crew already had a truck prepped. He placed the frozen boy in the bed, and motioned to the woman.
She got up and sat beside the ice.
Snart closed the tailgate and headed to the driver's side.
He hadn't planned on this.
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