[It makes sense, but it seems far too good to be true. She turns away from the woman and takes a breath, trying to just focus and push out with her powers, like she had once she'd finally reached the top of the mountain. Instead of the dizzying rush of power she'd felt then, it's gentle, almost muted, and only a small amount of snow appears on deck, not much bigger than the snowman she'd made. Olaf.
She lets out a dizzying breath of relief, and doesn't turn back to look at the other woman, just staring at the snow pile on the deck.]
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[It makes sense, but it seems far too good to be true. She turns away from the woman and takes a breath, trying to just focus and push out with her powers, like she had once she'd finally reached the top of the mountain. Instead of the dizzying rush of power she'd felt then, it's gentle, almost muted, and only a small amount of snow appears on deck, not much bigger than the snowman she'd made. Olaf.
She lets out a dizzying breath of relief, and doesn't turn back to look at the other woman, just staring at the snow pile on the deck.]
Good.