[... Veronica gently places a hand on Varian's shoulder in an attempt to ease his discomfort, but either way? She's sighing, her expression pinched despite the fact she knows this is necessary.]
Okay. Okay, okay. We're doing this. [LORD.] I'm the Snow Queen. I can, um. I can make ice.
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Okay. Okay, okay. We're doing this. [LORD.] I'm the Snow Queen. I can, um. I can make ice.