Frost

There is a mob family who was once very down on their luck. And smarts. And moral flexibility. Their cover job, an ice cream factory, had been pulling in more money than than any of their underhandedness for over a decade. All of them reminisced about that short shining time when they were the kingpins of the city.
Their enemies sensed the weakness and circled and planned their attack on the Family like Hyenas praying on the week. For the older brother, the moral delima of their situation was excruciating. He sat all day in their office, attempting to devise a perfect plan. One day, his younger brother burst in, more exited than he'd been in weeks, and beckoned him to come. The eldest did so, and listened with mounting apprehension to his brothers claims of 'solving their problem'. He followed the youngest to the factory's walk in freezer. Upon entering he saw the opposing Mob's Boss curled up and shivering on the floor. He turned aghast to his grinning brother, who said
"The mob cant make decisions without their leader and now we don't have to kill anybody because look! nothing cold can stray."