Venin almost forgot Serah was there until the sudden warmth in his soul told him that there was a living, breathing thing in the room with Venin. "Sorry," he mumbled to her, staring through the cracking window. The cold took all of the moisture out of the air, giving his ice nothing else to freeze but Serah or the outside. He had a small amount of control over it, so Venin focused on the window, letting the ice creep into the pores of the glass, filling them with ice. Soon the sound of shattering glass resinated through the music room.