The moment Frostbite's name was called, the crowd erupted into cheers, but this time it was clear who was making the noise. The guys in the stands cheered wildly, their enthusiasm louder and more intense than it had been for any of the previous candidates.
The first commentator chuckled softly. "Frostbite may not be much of a people person, but she somehow always gets the crowd going, doesn't she?"
His co-host rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "I wonder why," she said sarcastically, her voice sounding amused.
On the field, Frostbite didn't acknowledge the cheers. She didn't wave or glance at the crowd. She was as cold and aloof as her icy powers suggested.
Without hesitation, she stepped forward, her athletic figure wrapped tightly in the frost-patterned suit that hugged her in all the right places.
With each step she took, a slight mist seemed to trail behind her, the temperature dropping visibly in her immediate vicinity.
