Frostbite the Falcon: Cold. Calculated. Chaos.

Written By Kelly Luinstra

You know that feeling when the arena goes quiet, and you know something unhinged is about to happen? That’s when Frostbite the Falcon enters. Not with confetti. With a death glare.

Frostbite isn’t here to flap and dance. He’s here to shame your entire bloodline from across the ice. And he does it with wings sharper than your grandpa’s hockey takes.

Mayhem Highlights:

  • Stole a Zamboni and drove it through the opposing team’s bench.

  • Mocked a ref’s bald spot over the PA. Live.

  • Took a slapshot with a churro. It scored.

Relationships:
Zane Reinhardt? His human soulmate.
Harleigh Davidson? Screamed louder than he did once. Mutual respect.
Wyatt Monroe? Got dive-bombed for smiling wrong.

Frostbite is the kind of bird who makes kids cry and sign autographs for them afterward. If you see him tilting his head? Run. You’re about to be emotionally filleted.

Flag Count: 24
Wingspan of Rage: 6.5 feet
Stolen Snacks: Classified.

#MascotMayhem #FrostbiteFury #BirdOfDisdain

Kelly Luinstra
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