"This ice being barely touched him before the blood froze in his body and he stiffened into ice. I saw it all and ran for my life."
The ice minions possess no fixed form, but rather resemble ice cyclones with sharp-edged ice shards that leave deep wounds like a sword. Their windy nature allows them to encircle unaware victims in the blink of an eye.
Now the ice minions traverse the northlands, pouncing zealously on anything that has even a spark of warmth left inside - and freezing it through. The icy drifts blow about with no pity and no will of their own. If they are not stopped, then they will not stop on their own until the entire world is encased in ice.