Bobby had very little time to react before he was sailing through the air. The frost that he left behind on Namor's hand was probably a small thing compared to the strength the King of Atlantis demonstrated. Flung like a pebble, Iceman frantically called on his abilities and corrected his fall, sliding down to the ground just outside the pool on an ice ramp.
He looked out over the lake, heart pounding in his chest, "Guess that's a no!" he called to the speck that was diving through the water. The comic book was crushed in his grip and the pen, who knew where that had gone. Whew! Bobby actually had to grin. He was alive. Had survived an encounter with Namor.