And now the rage had found yet another target. He supposed he should be relieved that it was no longer directed at him, but no matter where it was directed, it wasn't helpful. It rarely was.

It had given Adrien the energy to surge to his feet, but it hadn't made his legs any more prepared to bear his weight. As he wobbled unsteadily Gabriel instinctively moved to steady him. "Easy now," he said. "I know that you're angry, but you were all but frozen solid a moment ago. And unless we find somewhere safe and away from these ice mirrors, neither one of us is going to be much better off for long." The longer they stayed there, the greater the danger. Not just from hypothermia, but that one of them might fall prey to to whatever magic the ice mirrors held.