Frost stood patiently by the door. “Mum,” her daughter whispered, “What do they want? When can we leave?” Frost sat down beside her daughter and put an arm around her.

“Don’t worry about that, sweetheart,” She whispered. “You just do what I say and we’ll be out of here in no time. Don’t be scared, okay?” Emma nodded just as footsteps echoed in the hallway. “Over there!” Frost said in a hushed voice. “You know what to do baby, don’t be scared!”

Emma took her place opposite the door while Frost returned to her post. The arrangement meant that anyone entering the room would see a crying child first, while Frost would be hidden by the door itself.

Frost waited until the time was right. The door squealed as it opened. Emma pretended (probably) to cry. One careful step…then another…and Frost attacked. She had formed a hammer of ice; it was big and unwieldy, but very heavy. Unfortunately this meant that she didn’t get to swing a second time when the blow sailed right over Mojo’s head.

Instead of trying to swing again Frost dropped the hammer and lashed out with her fingernails. There was no time to form another weapon, no time to think about fighting in front of her daughter. There was only time for action.

Mojo swung hard with her bat and caught Frost in the hip. The jagged nail missed her by less than an inch. “I’ll kill you!” Frost screamed, charging forward and tackling Mojo through the door football-style. “Take my daughter!” She shouted, “Hurt my girl!” She exerted herself a little more than she intended to by freezing Mojo to the floor. While the monkey struggled to break free and continue the fight, Frost tried to form another weapon.

With growing frustration Frost tried to direct the flows of ice around her hands into a blade. Now she knew why the hammer had been so easy to make. A crude club had been the best her weak powers could manage.

Frost noticed her first weapon lying just outside the cell. “Here we are,” She whispered, hefting the club. Mojo struggled even harder, freeing her legs but nothing else. Frost felt the hammer shatter when it connected, cracking Mojo’s new eye and knocking her silly.

Now all that remained was Mercury. Frost wanted to believe that there would be a happily-ever-after ending, but she would settle for life returning to seventy hour weeks. Anything if it meant that she and her daughter would be safe.