Snow Queen

things? It doesn’t make any sense. Why freeze an entire forest to get one man?

Why kill an entire village?

She shook her massive head after a time, deciding that she was just too sane to be able to fathom the reasons this creature had for what it was doing. Unless, of course, the false Snow Queen was trying to terrify the common folk, and eliminate any opposition. If she had decided that it was time to become a ruler and take over the land of the Sammi —

I should concentrate on finding the Icehart and figuring out a way to stop it, and worry about the false Snow Queen’s motives later. While she thought, her warm breath puffed out over the little frozen bird.

All right. I'll try the most obvious. Let's see if I can detect her magic from here, or find the Icehart itself.

Aleksia turned her thoughts inward and went very, very still. Carefully, she “listened” first — some magic created a kind of resonance or hum that a magician could hear if he was in a quiet place…and certainly this was the quietest place she had ever been in.

But there was nothing.

With a sigh, she moved to the next possibility: scent. Magic often had an aroma to it, and not only could she as a Mage herself sniff it out, but the Bear form was particularly well suited for this sort of thing. She lifted her muzzle to the cool air and took in long, deep breaths; dropped it to the ground and tried finding the scent there.

But alas, again…nothing.

Finally she unfocused her eyes a moment, and looked for the faintest traces of power, particularly Traditional power. If there was another magician near here, that power would accrue to him, like water flowing down a slope. So if the power was moving at all, it would be moving in the direction of the magician.

She saw the magical energies as soon as she unfocused her eyes, like dust-motes in sunlight. And there was definitely a current to the movements….

Unfortunately, the center for those converging currents was — herself.

Bah.

Right then, there was only one more possibility. Mirror-magic. And for this she wanted her own mirror, so she was going to have to go back to human form and get it out of the —

'Chiurp!'

The loud and cheerful sound, the first thing she had heard in this forest besides herself, would have been more than enough to make her jump with surprise and shock. Add to that the fact that it came from right below her nose, and was followed by a veritable explosion of brown feathers heading into the sky — well, that was enough to make her rear up, overbalance, and fall over sideways with the crash of shattering ice as she smashed into the ice- covered underbrush.

She lurched to her feet again; the bird was already gone. But there was no mistake about it — it had been that tiny frozen sparrow in the snow just below her nose. She had thawed it by breathing on it. And it was still alive. If the bird was still alive — then this was an entirely different sort of spell than the one that had killed the villagers. Ilmari and Lemminkal were not dead! She could free them!

Heedless now, she reared up on her hindquarters and pivoted, crashing back to the campsite where she had left the two men. She skidded to a clumsy halt beside them, then closed her eyes and listened to them.

And to her shock, she heard what she had missed before.

Heartbeats. Very, very slow, but heartbeats all the same.

They were still alive! This wasn't merely ice, this was magical ice, magical cold, that preserved the victims rather than killing them.

She sat down on her haunches again, this time with a thud, and stared at the ice-bound figures.

They were alive.

So — now what should she do?

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Could Aleksia thaw the men? That was the main question. She might not be able to do it alone. For that matter, she wasn't entirely sure how she had done it in the first place.

All right, she told herself. Be calm. Think about this. They are safe enough as they are; this is clearly a special sort of spell that won’t harm them for now. If you thaw them, they might attack you. They will certainly want to know where Veikko is, and you cannot answer that. Nor can you prove that you are not the one that did this to them. The answer, I think, is to leave them be for the moment.

By way of experiment, however, she tried thawing other creatures, with mixed success.

Sparrows and other small birds took some time, but she could release them simply by breathing on them. Slightly larger birds took more time. Rabbits, however, required that she curl up around them and breathe on them. This suggested that she was going to need to use magic to thaw the men, and if she did that — well, certainly, if she was wary and watching, the false Snow Queen would know what she was about and put a stop to it.

Caution was definitely the order of the day.

So was getting out of the birch forest.

Now that she knew the animals were still alive under their coats of ice, she felt terribly squeamish about eating them. It made no sense, of course, but…well, that was just how it was. And she was getting hungry again. Time for another transformation, and then to hunt for a place where she could safely become human.

The transition to bird — a Gyrfalcon this time — was much smoother and quicker, now that she had spent some time as the Swan. She wriggled back into the harness so that her little pack was safely on her back, and then