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He smirked and continued, soon ending up in the familiar cave he had uncovered some months ago. While most of it was frozen over, there was still a tiny fire in the middle, just enough to provide some light and wayward warmth to his unwilling guest.
The human mewled and whimpered, teeth chattering loudly. Their body was encased in what seemed like a solid block of ice, with only their head sticking out of the icy tomb. Said head was getting progressively redder, too.
Snowy grinned and sat down next to the human. The usual wave of begs and pleads followed, all of them drowned out by the delightful popsicle that only seemed to become even tastier, the closer he was to the human.
"This is all your fault, really." he said, tongue making little twirls around the surface of the human's precious soul. "You should have been nicer to be, when we met. I really put my soul into those jokes and not a sole laugh."
Frisk's head trashed about, still not laughing. Snowy scowled and raised the stick, ready to give the human their just reward. Frisk had to set their teeth as hard as possible to not cry out, when Snowy started properly munching, letting their soul swish and slosh around in his warm mouth. Beads of sweat dripped from their forehead and onto their ice-prison, their heart beating heavily. They could take it, they'd taken worse, this was nothing.
How wrong they were.
When Snowy finally pulled it out with a loud POP, Frisk was a complete mess. They could barely keep their head straight, saliva dribbling from the corner of their mouth. Their face pulsed with more heat than the fire and not even Snowdrake was sure they were still fully conscious.
"You make the funniest faces!" he chuckled. "Okay, here's one I worked hard on: what do you call a human too cool for your jokes?"
Frisk's head only barely moved, but that was enough for Snowy to bring the soul to his mouth again.
"A Friskcicle!" he said, stuffing the soul back in his mouth.