Some time had past, and now people were waking up and starting their days. A small group was gathering at her ice pedestal, curious what it was and what it's for. Scanning the crowd, she saw her target: the little elf girl. And she was by herself! Now is the time to act! Slinking past the few people, she stood on the pedestal, letting her stand over the others. Again slipping her right glove off, she waved her arm above her head, and a swirl of tiny snowflakes gently fell over the crowd. Continuing the motion with her arm, she gave a bow. Mutterings went around the crowd, some of awes, mostly of questions, and a common speculation that this was a free show for anyone to see. Giving a pause for dramatic effect, she continued.
To start off small, she held her right arm out in front of her, bent toward her. Then she raised it so her hand pointed toward the sky. Swinging her arm around, a strong, cool breeze blew through the town. Lowering her arm down to her side, she held something in her hand. Taking her other hand to hold it, she threw it up in the air. A ball of white ice flew up, then exploded in air, looking almost like a firework. A gentle snow then began to fall over the square.