Harvestasya's eyes widened at the revelation of the woman's entrapment in Eternal Ice. The gravity of the situation pressed upon her, and a knot formed in her stomach. She paced around the icy prison, contemplating the severity of the circumstances.
"You can't? What do you mean you can't?!" Harvestasya's frustration was palpable, her impatience mirrored in the urgency of her tone. "You made the ice, don't you?"
The Ice Spirit, still trembling with fear, sought to explain the intricate circumstances surrounding the creation of the Eternal Ice. "There is nothing that I can't do. She asked me to encase her in Eternal Ice, and with the horde coming at her, I had no choice but to comply."
