This was still her first attempt upon conjuring a spell but it was, a lot, harder than she thought. Somewhere within her, in her torso lied mysterious jolts and chills that coalesced, now drained towards her fingertips.
Within the distance, she saw how the sphere increased in size, creating a small vortex of wind around it, her hair stood on its end as she realized what she deemed amiss.
'Shit! How do I freaking stop this—' Her eyes widened, reflecting the image of the cracking ice.
The moment its brilliance cast a glow on the room with its impending doom, out of instinct, she looked away with eyes shut from the crisp sound akin to shattered glass, afraid of getting herself in danger.
Her skin could feel the bits of ice that almost swathed her skin, not one bit did she hiss from pain.
It took her a few moments to muster up the courage to look at what she had done.
'That. Wasn't. Fun. At. All.' Nathalie bit her lip.
