Ghiaccio a bit weirded out by all the shouting spoke. "So you were born with it then. Interesting. I happened to be pierced by The Arrow...well a small piece of it anyhow. Now, the thing known as cold beckons to my every last wish. I can even make ice cream." Ghiaccio sighed. He wanted to know just what in the fück the Arrow is and see what happens if he's hit by it again. Sadly that would never be the case. But now he was in the mood for Ice Cream...dammit.