[Beatrix wonders, for just a moment, how plausible it is that one can develop any number of elemental magics in this world. She knows only what she's come with, though she supposes somewhere along the line she picked up ice. Surely that's merely because of her disposition, however. She's almost positive she'll lose the ability to wield it if she should ever soften.

But maybe she's wrong. Wouldn't be the first time since her arrival.

Instead of getting caught up in her thoughts, however, her attention turns back onto the matter at hand. She can contemplate such deeper things later. Her hold upon Save the Queen strengthens and she gestures with her other hand.]

Smaller ones first. [She begins thoughtfully.] Just enough to carve a path. Most armies fall without a leader. I do not see any reason why this should be different.