"Then there it is," Jessica said, remaining in place to grin back down at Elsa for an extended moment, before darting up the wall. She kicked off, caught a column and shimmied upwards. She really hadn't been kidding about the climbing. It was fascinating, the organic yet constructed nature of all of it, as well as unfailingly gorgeous, the way it caught the light.

And a little tricky. She could stick to ice, but it took a little more work, was a little more challenging to move and to land. Frankly, that added to the appeal.

But before long she was at the hole in the dome and paused, then set about spinning up a hammock, trying to keep the threads thin and delicate enough that it'd be comfortable. Lots of smaller threads, closer together, seemed the ticket. And wider than usual.

More or less satisfied, she dropped off the ceiling, tagging it with a webline halfway down to slow into a gradual descent ending with her hanging right in front of the railing where Elsa was. "Voila," she said, extending a hand.