She comes across a ladies dance club, entering to see if she can get answers

Selina winced a bit at the loud dance music that assaulted her ears as she entered the club, making her way through the mass of fat to obese slobs, men and women alike looking at Selina with pity in their eyes.

It was just after Selina had made it through a particularly large mass of people that she spotted someone familiar, or at least partially.

It was Killer Frost, dressed in little more than a thong and bra, the rest of her body oozing out of the tiny fabric. Selina went bug eyed at the mass of fat that her compatriot had put on.

"Frost, they got you too!"

The cold-themed villianess narrowed her eyes at Selina.

"No, you're not Selina. You look like her, but you're a twig. Besides, Diana would kill you if she caught you in here. Who are you and where did you come from?!"

A cold hand landed on her shoulder then, Killer Frost's breath reaching Selina's nose, the thief gagging at the horrid stench.

"Answer me!"