Much like the other rebel who had been incarcerated earlier that day, Adela would find herself seated comfortably in a chair, her legs frozen to the floor in a thick sheath of ice. As she had no discernible weapons on her person, nothing had been removed, but it was probably clear she'd been searched as the necklace she wore to mark her as 'real' and able to pass through the archway had been shifted to be clearly visible if it wasn't already.

A small creature that looked as if it had been crafted from the perfect geometric patterns of frost on a cold window floated outside of Adela's chilly jail cell. Upon seeing that she was awake, it spun about and tinkled like a small bell before darting to the left out of sight. Several minutes later it returned, bobbing and tinkling, followed by the ice troll.

That was when she appeared.

There could be no mistaking the identity of the Ice Queen. From her elegant garments and finely-wrought circlet of silver on her brow, to the way she held herself with dignity and poise, it was clear that this woman was of royal bearing. The scepter she held in her left hand was tipped with a large and glittering sapphire. She looked upon Adela without anger or contempt, merely studying her. "I understand there was a misunderstanding outside the castle walls. Is this true? I bid you to speak honestly."