And break the frozen heart.

A sardonic smile lit her visage as she realized Malachi still had no idea she was present. He was engrossed, and the warrior in her scoffed at the inattention. One of the first lessons learned was to always pay attention to your back, for if eyes failed, other senses took over. If she were attempting silence she would not have reason to judge, but as it was, she felt it warranted. Being honest here, there was little she wouldn't judge him for.

Still she followed, her own attention trained on the ice beneath her feet as well as he. There was little fear for the glacier, a dangerous beast indeed but one that, if respected, she doubted would bite. A part of her still hoped the creature ahead of her did not hold such respect, but it was an offhand sort of hope. A niggling idea had begun to deep into her consciousness, though, and she would mull it over. Her prince, if he returned, would still need to be convinced to leave. And she had a very good idea of how to do that should she be able to pull it off.

Watching Malachi do an odd little dance, she shook her head at his strangeness. Stopping a short distance away, she remained on the icy edge, her narrowed eyes on him as he observed the ice. Would he set out to cross it, or remain safely adhered to the edge?