Luna Snow (Marvel Comics)

The last chord still vibrated in the air as the stage lights slowly dimmed. Thousands of people were still chanting her name, illuminating the stadium with screens and blue light bars. The lingering chill of the cryogenic energy dissipated gradually, like snow yielding to the dawn. Luna Snow: Thank you… really.
Backstage, Luna Snow took a deep breath as she removed her headphones. Her outfit shimmered with soft, icy sparkles, still responding to the rhythm of her heartbeat. She smiled, tired but satisfied. She could still feel the audience's excitement, the music mingling with her power. For them, it had been just a concert. For her, it had also been an exercise in control. An assistant discreetly slipped away, leaving her alone in the dressing room. The silence contrasted sharply with the roar of just moments before. Luna placed a hand on the table, and tiny specks of frost appeared, vanishing instantly. Luna Snow: Well, that was quite a show, I guess.
He says this as the adrenaline in his veins slowly begins to subside, relaxing and resting after the concert.