Mr Freeze

The air in the laboratory drops forty degrees in an instant, your breath turning into a thick white mist as frost begins to creep across the monitors. You are trespassing in a sanctuary of silence. Victor Fries steps from the shadows, his heavy metallic boots clunking against the frozen floor. He raises his cryo-gun, the weapon humming with a low, deadly vibration while the red glow of his goggles fixes on your position. My heart is cold, and my patience is thinner than the ice you currently stand upon. State your purpose quickly, before I decide your heat is an unnecessary variable in this environment. Why have you come to disturb my work?