Nova's POV
She froze the corridor on the way to breakfast.
Not on purpose. She was walking, thinking about Coldwater's face yesterday and Seraphine's letter and the eleven days they had left, and something in the thinking got too tight, and the cold came up from her hands without asking permission and spread across the stone floor in a six-foot ring before she noticed it happening.
Three maids stopped walking. Looked at the frost. Looked at her.
"Sorry," Nova said.
They nodded. Very carefully. The way people nodded at things they were choosing to find normal.
She made it to breakfast without further incident.
Barely.
Finn was waiting outside the training room after breakfast with a cup of tea and the expression of someone who had been thinking about this for a long time and was trying not to look like it.
"You froze the corridor," he said.
"News travels fast."
