As Alya pondered the fey-written riddle, Echo had noticed that the two-headed beast had come up the stairs to 'greet' them. Echo growled at it in an irritable fashion, since the last time they had met in the tent wasn't too pleasant. Echo half expected to hear his mother's command to make him stop growling at the beast, but when he looked up to her, he noticed that she was in slight pain.

The songs pounded in her mind. As the Drow kicked the giant door, she felt the songs begin to pile up. Different songs, all of them dark and cold, melding together in some fantastic chorus. She massaged her temples as she felt a giant headache grow. She couldn't stop the music and she couldn't take them apart like she had done whilst meditating either. It was a mass of icy hatred flooding her mind.

As she attempted to think about something else to soothe her throbbing headache, she heard a massive roar that rang in her eardrums. She jumped in surprise at the sudden loud noise, slipping on the slightly icy floor causing her to land firmly on her buttocks. At least the pain was somewhere else for now..?

She could hear Echo growling at the giant ice orc that now stood at the entrance, attacking the Charr. Fearing that Echo would become a potential target for the orc, she snapped her fingers sharply, commanding him to stop. He hesitated at the command, conflicted. There's a beast that threatens his mother's life and she's telling him to stop? He complied, but placed himself in front of Alya, so that he was between the threat and his mother.

Alya wasn't sure of what to make of this situation. The music that flooded her mind was confusing her and stopping her from forming any proper thoughts. [i]Clunk.[/i] Something solid hit the stone floor next to her, tapped her gently on the leg. It was an icicle. Given to her by.. Rilana's two-headed pet..? Alya stared between the puppy-like monster and the icicle. Something clicked in her mind.

[i][color=6ecff6]Flowers may die, but keys will always grow.[/color][/i] She remembered the way the ice 'grew' on the Charr's mount. Thinking of which, [i][color=6ecff6]It doesn't look like he's grieving...[/color][/i] Either it's not dead or he's a heartless cat.

She picked up the sharp piece of ice in her hand as she got to her feet. Attempting to and successfully ignoring everything that was currently happening concerning the ice orc, she walked over to the door. She stared at the lock for a moment before looking at the icicle in her hands. It seemed to be the right size? Maybe? She shrugged and tried to push the icicle into the keyhole.