The fractured ice exploded. Thick reams of ice, ten feet long and sharp as swords, went hurtling towards the Dark Lord; he batted them aside with a wave of his wand. Froth churned as a slurry of ice and water sloshed towards the shore, but he was already up and away, flying high over the buckling ice. Beneath him, standing on an ice floe, the girl stood there, unmoving, as the black water heaved turbulently around her. 