[ As the contents of the chalice are poured onto the black shard, the Ice Queen lets out one last piercing scream. The shard in her chest crackles in response to the liquid. Cracks streak across it, and then, after a beat, it shatters into tiny pieces and dusts away.
Like a switch was flipped, everything stops. The blizzard swirling in the room stops. The monsters, struggling in their bindings, suddenly become docile, and then melt away. The darkness settled over the throne room, heavy and suffocating, lifts, and peace and serenity returns to the room. The Ice Queen herself drops like a puppet whose strings are cut, and she lays on the floor unconscious.
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Like a switch was flipped, everything stops. The blizzard swirling in the room stops. The monsters, struggling in their bindings, suddenly become docile, and then melt away. The darkness settled over the throne room, heavy and suffocating, lifts, and peace and serenity returns to the room. The Ice Queen herself drops like a puppet whose strings are cut, and she lays on the floor unconscious.
Nahida releases a sigh of relief. ]
Are you alright, Isabela?