He reached out with his elemental powers, mustering all his concentration and forcing himself to ignore his weakness. In the past, he had saved himself and Onewa by abosrbing open flames into his body.  This was something far more dangerous: actually absorbing all the heat in the room.

Little by little, the temperature in the chamber began to drop.  The fire being seemed confused, pushing itself more and more to fight off the sudden cold.   Vakama was relentless, calling on more of his power and drawing every last degree of heat into himself.  The Toa's body glowed like a star.  Through a red haze he could see ice forming on the wall and floors. Now it was the fire creature's turn to back away, trying to escape the fatal chill.

Web of the visorak, Greg Farshtey, p`11 - 12