This ancient Whither was frozen in time and lost to the century, it's speculated it defeated its summoner, then wandered the world leaving a wake of destruction until it reached cold climates.

From there, the Whither slowly began to receive an affliction of frostbite upon it's black bony body until it could no longer levitate from the pain and fatigue of the burning cold. It soon plopped into the snow, where it froze under blankets upon blankets of white fluff for centuries.

One day, an adventurous miner came across this stagnant body, brittle and stiff, the miner pulled it out to his home with his caravan of alpacas. Assuming it was forever perished, the collector placed it as a display with plenty of bright warm lights showing upon the body.

Soon, the Whither awoke with an icy blast that extinguished all the torches in the miners home and broke all of his windows and the pedestal it sat upon. Terrified, the miner never seen anything like it, glowing green eyes from the primary head and strange closed like helmet eyes for the smaller heads, a large glowing light from the chest emitted from onto his face, and cold fog dropped from it's dark frozen body.

In three simultaneous blasts, the miner and his home were frozen forever, and the creature went on a icy rampage, freezing all in time. This entity soon became, Frostbite...