Crystal removed her gloves and dropped them to the ground. She rubbed her hands together, hoping that if she got a better feel of them, maybe she'd gain more control of her powers. That was obviously not the case because removing them didn't change a thing. The temperature continued to drop and ice slowly blanketed the ceiling. She cussed mentally as she tried to figure a way out of this.

Crystal's train of thoughts broke when warm hands grabbed hers quite roughly. Heaps of fog seeped through her hands where he touched them. The heat felt hot enough to melt a huge chunk of ice in just a matter of seconds, but as seconds passed, it turned into the kind of warmth your blanket would give you on a winter night. In other words, it felt very comfortable. Crystal scowled; did she really just think that his hands were comfortable? The thought alone was outrageous. "[color=6ecff6]Let me go.[/color]" She pulled her hands away, giving up when she realized there was no way she could beat him in physical strength alone. "[color=ed1c24]You too cold, Curt? You can hop on out. It's a little too balmy in here for myself. Might break a sweat soon.[/color]" She turned her gaze towards Chris and noticed that his face was paling, and only then did she realize how cold the room had gotten. Her suppressed powers were leaking out of her like crazy, and it was turning the whole room into a freezer. She knew she had to get out of this place soon, but she could only do that once she successfully manages to get rid of this persistent fire-dude.

"[color=ed1c24]So, you do something with ice then? Can't have you going out there if you're gonna freeze all the regulars. You're already turning dear ol Curtie into a Curtsicle.[/color]" Crystal glared at him; her vibrant caribean blue eyes staring at his amber ones. It somehow looked like fire was dancing in his eyes, and she noticed the vein on his neck that slowly glowed bright red, as if lava was flowing through his veins. He must have really been enjoying all this. "[color=6ecff6]Sorry hun, I don't know what you're talking about.[/color]" She said with a challenging tone, refusing to break eye contact. A thin sheet of ice began to cover his hands, slowly running up to his forearms. She knew the coldness had no effect on him, but the glint of excitement in his eyes when he found out she was like him amused her. "[color=f7941d]So Crystal can make things get cold. That's cool, pun intended.[/color]" Crystal couldn't help but roll her eyes at his joke. Curt left soon after and she was left alone with Ash, much to her distaste. 

Thick fog surrounded them, and the ice that lay on his warm skin produced more as the ice slowly sublimated. It would be very harmful for anyone to enter this room and inhale all the carbon dioxide. Now she wondered if Ash was somehow immune to that; he did not look fazed by it -- which was a good thing. He was stubborn and annoying, but she surely didn't want him dead because of her. "[color=6ecff6]Hope you've had enough of all these little tricks. I'm leaving.[/color]" She said with a monotonic voice, clearly showing how uninterested she was about this whole thing. Crystal was a little bit worried about what she would do with the frozen stock room, but she was too stressed to think of a solution and decided she'd think about it later. [i][color=6ecff6]Great. Just great.[/color][/i] She breathed deeply, feeling very defeated.