My fellow Lin Kuei, Frost, had betrayed me and stolen my Dragon Medallion. Unable to control the medallion's power, she was consumed by her own freezing ability. I searched Outworld for a suitable place to bury her remains when I happened upon ancient ruins carved into a mountainside.
I learned that the ruins were a holy structure belonging to a lost race of people who had attained mastery over cold. After thorough study of this culture, I now believe both Frost and myself to be their descendents. I laid Frost's body in a sarcophagus and left the catacombs, donning the armor of my newly discovered heritage.
Weapon: Kori Blade
Ice Clone Down, Back, 1.
Freeze Ball Down, Forward, 3.
Cold Shoulder Back, Forward, 4.
Fatality 1: (Close) Forward, Back, Down, Forward, 2.
Fatality 2: (Sweep) Back, Down, Forward, Down, 1.
Hara-Kiri: Down, Up, Down, Up, 2.
On his way to the rendezvous point with Raiden and the others, Sub-Zero was ambushed by a band of Tarkatan warriors in the Living Forest. He tried to outrun them, but there were too many. He was quickly surrounded. Sub-Zero decided that his last living deed would be to vanquish as many of these barbarians as he could before he succumbed to death.
As Sub-Zero began his attack, he felt his armor speak to him. It guided and strengthened each blow as he broke their limbs and crushed their skulls. At his feet, a dying Tarkatan warrior uttered the words, "Long live the Dragon King...."