Marvel Super Hero Adventures: Frost Fight! Page #3

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Hmm?

Oh!

Now, would you mind

directing us

to the nearest

casket of ancient powers?

And I'm afraid we're in

a bit of a rush.

Look, I'm just saying

i know Santa claus.

The stories, the songs,

all the reindeer names.

I'm a Santa freak.

I could be a big help

on this mission.

This isn't

a training mission.

I know.

No one gets what's at stake here

more than me.

Santa has to be saved.

That's why I want to go.

Need to go.

And, hey, if I meet Santa

and become his best friend,

I'm fine with that.

I'm sold.

Too bad it's not my call.

No, it's mine.

And I'm afraid I've made it.

We'll resume your training

when this is resolved, humberto.

I'm surprised, cap.

Kid believes in this stuff.

I believe it's a sham.

At the very least,

his attitude offsets mine.

If there was ever a mission

for him to join, this is it.

Fine, fine.

He can go.

Really?

Yeah, really?

Really. As your shadow.

Ooh. Walked into that one.

Yes! I promise

you won't regret this.

Unless I screw up.

Which I won't.

If you do,

you'll never see earth again.

- Just kidding.

- Iron high five.

What I don't get is,

if you think

this trip's a loser,

why make it happen?

Because I'm always right,

and it's my duty to prove that.

Or you have no holiday plans.

Because I'm selfless too.

We're clear for takeoff.

By the way,

there's a small chance

we'll get separated.

And by "we,"

i mean our molecules.

What's the likelihood

of this gizmo

actually getting us

to alfheim?

Hmm. 100%.

The likelihood of reaching

alfheim safely is 78%.

Which, if you round up,

is basically a hundred percent.

Not cool, Jarvis.

We agreed to use fuzzy math.

I said "math."

You added "fuzzy."

Wait. Are those cookie trees?

Yeah. They look good.

But I just lost

my appetite.

See? Safe and sound.

Sure, there's an army

of angry Archer elves

targeting us,

but we get

souvenir glow arrows.

That's a win in my book.

I am malitri,

captain of the emerald guard.

You will release

commander athidel

by the count of three.

One--

wait a second.

We don't have this commander.

Cap, let me handle this.

Forsooth, good malitrio,

light elf of the light elves.

We know not of whence

hence you speak.

We instead seek to query you

on a quandary most dire.

Your mockery is a path

that leads only to woe,

armored interloper,

for you.

No, no, my spritely comrade.

Your pointy-eth ears

have-- hath mistrewn-eth

the words coming from my--

mine yon lips, and...

Look, ear-kabobs,

fancy talk isn't my thing.

But you'd love my pal Thor.

Why didn't we bring Thor again?

This is right

in his wheelhouse.

I grow weary

of this one's prattle.

Dispatch him.

You don't want

to fancy-talk it out?

Fine. Dispatch this.

Wait. Where'd he go?

Emerald guards,

capture them,

by any means necessary.

Time to separate the boys

from the other boys.

Whoa. Let's start over.

We're here

to protect Santa claus.

You call him jolnir.

The emerald guard

protects jolnir.

We do not require

the help of outlanders.

The point is, same team.

The other team, loki and ymir--

they have a head start.

Loki and ymir are

a most treacherous threat.

A threat we are more than able

to counter on our own.

I believe you.

It's not like your commander

is missing or anything.

Loki and ymir may be

using your commander

to find

the casket of ancient powers.

If so, we need to work together

and get there first.

Sing it, cap.

Why would we

trust outlanders?

Because Santa's safety

is at risk.

Nothing else matters.

Follow us.

Um, how'd you do that?

No idea.

Pretty cool,

though, right?

They must think you're an elf.

Easy mistake.

I remain perplexed.

By what?

Why a sleigh?

Why reindeer?

And why must the gifts

all be delivered in one night?

Well, it's the holidays.

And you like this?

Like it? I love it.

Wanna know why?

Yes. That's what I've been

asking you to explain

for hours.

Okay. This is why

Christmas rocks.

You've heard of Santa,

right?

Yes, of course, hulk.

Okay. Just making sure

for your sake.

So, there's Santa and presents,

which kids love, of course.

Anyway, now, Santa--

he can fly.

And presents can be anything.

A toy pony, a real pony,

or anything.

Not just ponies.

Maybe I should start over.

Nah, I'll keep going.

So, there's Santa,

and then there's pre--

did I say that already?

I can't remember.

Also, there's songs,

cookies, sleigh bells,

sweaters, pine trees,

big socks, snowmen,

pie, and then--

boom!

It's the next morning,

and you're sitting

on a brand-new pony.

That was of no help

whatsoever, hulk.

Looks like you picked the right

wormhole for alfheim, groot.

I owe you a burrito.

I am groot.

What kind of twisted

fever dream is this place?

What, do they grow

gingerbread men here?

I am groot.

Yeah, you would like it.

File says this jolnir/santa guy

drives a sleigh.

So, find the sleigh,

find Santa.

Hey, don't eat that.

It's probably stale.

I am groot!

Great. See what you did?

You made the gingerbread rise.

Well, one thing to do

when you're stuck

in a cookie jar-- chew 'em up!

There.

Nothing but crumbs.

What the sprinkles...

Perfect. Zombie cookies.

Come on.

Let's run,

run fast as we can!

Cursed cave!

Athidel, if the casket

is much further,

ymir may share

his discomfort with you.

Our destination is near.

Aah! Wretched rocks!

I hope so.

For your sake.

Think we'll find the casket

before loki?

What happens

if they find it first?

And how far

do these tunnels go?

No one knows.

Those who venture too far

or lose their way

never return.

Glad I asked.

I'm not.

Me neither.

Should we be leaving

a trail of bread crumbs?

Or flares, maybe?

Less talk, more walk, people.

There.

There is what you seek.

That's it? The casket

of ancient powers?

You leave it unguarded?

No. The casket's ward

is the jorokraken.

And where

is the jorokraken now?

Where he always is.

Beneath our feet.

Aah!

And he's never been fond

of uninvited guests.

Elfworld

is on a fault line?

Whoa. No one said anything

about tunnel quakes.

That disturbance was caused

by the movement

of the jorokraken.

Jorokraken?

Sounds delightful.

What is it?

The jorokraken

is a great ancient beast

that skulks in the rocky depths.

It is a friend

to the light elves

and jealously defends

the casket of ancient powers

from all who dare seek it.

That means

loki's found the casket.

Let's move.

Back, vile tentacles!

This creature is relentless!

Aah!

And rude. Very rude.

No! No! Stop it! Bad!

Alfheim protects jolnir

against all trespassers.

Your fates were sealed

the moment you dared

plot against him.

I bid you farewell

on your journey

to oblivion.

Even the most savage beast

can learn manners

when given

the proper motivation.

You were saying?

Use care.

If you open the casket

without a target,

it will siphon your powers.

As I assumed.

I haven't made it this far

on charm alone, cold friend.

You will never reach jolnir.

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