She didn't even know he was there until Frosty turned to address him. She turned too, and her pulse skyrocketed. Of course, they had to take him too. Of course, he was still in his fucking makeup. Per tore her gaze away, trying to keep her breathing steady. The man was still here, maybe they could still get out. Maybe they could avoid being locked up together. But then the man spoke quickly and darted out of the room. 

The door shut behind him and Per leaped up to it. The handle barely jiggled, and the door didnt move. She started to bang on it, but there was no answer and touching the ice that coated it was starting to sting her hands. She pulled back, trying to reasses the situation. She was in a room full of ice, alone with Dylan, who still looked like a clown. There was no way out but the door. She didn't have enough energy to try and melt through the door. Knowing Dylan, he'd probably get scared and forget how to use his power. 

Per's stomach fell to the floor. What if he did forget how to use his powers? Images of clowns with violent face paint and live chainsaws dancing around her in circles, slowly getting closer and closer, haunted her head. No, they'd have ice picks, to chop away at the ice she would freeze under. Her breathing rose sharply, and Persephone squeezed her eyes shut. No, she couldnt think that, it would only make it worse. 

And then he spoke, and she turned to peek at him. She was already shaking, her eyes wide with fear. Her breathing was short and quick, and at the sight of him, covered with clown makeup, surrounded by ice, and holding the chainsaw and evil smile Per's imagination had placed there, it pushed her over the edge. 

She ran at the door, frantically banging and pulling at the handle. She was hyperventilating, adrenaline rushing through her veins and fueling her fear. Her fingers were moving on their own accord. She needed to get out, she needed to get out now. She moved to kick at the door - and then paused. 

Kicking wouldn't do anything. Neither would banging. She needed to stop wasting her energy and stay calm until help arrived. It would, surely. They had a good team. Persephone, no longer shaking or wide eyed or breathing hard, turned to Dylan. "Are you okay?" she asked. He couldn't give off heat like her - he must be freezing.