"So are you," Elsa says, wriggling around to lay flat on her stomach. She reaches both hands out to Jess to try and help her up, then draws them back. The room is coated in ice; touching suddenly seems a little too dangerous to risk just yet, at least until she can get the room back under control.

That's easier said than done, though. The fact of the ice just makes her nervous, and the nerves just make the room icier. She knows, distantly, that that's the case, but it's hard to contain when everything is very, very strange and unexpected. "I'm sorry it's so cold. I don't know what's happening."