The roar erupted from weaver's throat as though the world had ended and he was caught up in its swirling mass of darkness. He had been watching the war, tasting the defeat of Santa Claus on his lips and then he had disappeared due to the one singular wish of a praying human. The weaver had no idea where he had been transported to and even the gods were confused but the weaver was enraged and it showed with each step he took both as he controlled the mind of Frosty and as he stayed in his dark room.