Friendship is a whole different thing in Darrow. Back in Arendelle, she'd had her people. She knew them as well as she could at a distance, she loved them as well as she could in the same way, but she had no friends. She had people to whom she owed a duty and who owed her allegiance. Here, there's a certain thrill in being liked simply for the sake of it, for who she is. She hopes Jessica's right and that she'll find plenty of people to sign her cast, plenty of people to call friends.

"That's lovely," she says, amused by the little snowflakes, the fluidity in them that's so at odds with the things themselves. It reminds her of spiderwebs and she's delighted by that. "Thank you."