They had shattered the Looking Glass.
Standing outside the citadel, Madeline's dark eyes looked over the vast expanse of shattered glass, past the signs of struggle from where the three idiots who dared to stand against her had been taken prisoner. Bending down, she picked up one of the larger pieces, staring at Alice in her reflection.
"Find her. Find her! And clean this up!"
Pocketing the shard of glass, Madeline stormed back inside the citadel to check on her other little...guest.