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Arianna woke to find herself in a white room. A single large mirror was on a wall, all the other three bare save a door made of a dark substance opposite the mirror. A small light hung from the ceiling casting a spot over where she lay.

"An interrogation chamber, huh?" she muttered under her breath. "What information do you seek to gain from me? What makes you think I can be intimidated at all?"

Suddenly, a heat could be felt on the other side of the mirror. She spun to face it, and reached out with her mind. Two were present inside the wall. No, not a wall, she corrected herself, a room with a one-way mirror. They're observing me, let's observe them.

Closing her eyes, she probed deeper. One seemed to be female, the other male. The male held something in his hands, head bent as if reading. The female stood with her arms crossed, staring at Arianna intently. Focusing on their mouths, she tried to read their lips. It seemed they were having a discussion about her.

"Who do you think she is?" asked the female.

The male replied with a shake off his head. "Says Jane Doe, no identification information. Intel couldn't find her in a database anywhere."

The female jerked her head to the side, irritated. "Like Intel can ever do their job."

"Hey, don't be like that Christy. They'll 'dig something up' on you," The male replied with a sad smile.

So Christy is her name. Doesn't sound like a full name though. Nickname? Pet name? Hmm, are these two involved?

Arianna smiled at that thought. Even though they are my captors, good for them.

"Why is she smiling, Dave?" Christy said, leaning closer to the mirror.

Must be a table between them and the wall, Arianna thought. "I'm smiling for your happiness, Christy," she said.

The said female backed away from the mirror way too fast, tripping over something unseen. Her head hit the back wall of the room, causing a flare of heat to erupt at the site. "How did she know my name, Dave!?" she said loudly.

Arianna opened her eyes and raised her head, looking directly into the other's eyes and smiled. "I can hear you."

Dave's eyes went wide. "What? How?"

She shook her head. "I guess 'hear' isn't quite the right term. More like 'see' your lips move."

"Through a mirror?" Christy asked, astonished.

"Yeah. Well, technically I'm sensing the heat of your body in extreme detail, but 'see' is close enough to what's happening to use."

"That's incredible," said Dave, dropping the folder to his lap and leaning back on what must be a chair.

"Heh. Like you said, Intel doesn't have anything on me, right?"

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose with two fingers. "Yes, and?"

"Allow me to fill you in a bit. But I'll need to demonstrate something first. Which of you remembers their college chemistry?" replied Arianna, mischievous grin plastered across her face.

"Fine, we'll humor you. I took college chem, Dave failed it," said Christy, earning a dirty look from the flunkee.

"Do you remember the temperature required for fusing Iron?"

Dave piped up. "It's something like the core temperature of a star, isn't it?"

Arianna looked at Christy bewildered. "I thought you said he flunked chem."

Christy turned to look at him, narrowing her eyes. "He did."

"Anyways, what do you suppose the temperature for gold is?"

"Is there a point to this?" Christy asked, turning back to the mirror and tapping her foot.

"Yes, there is. You'll get it after my next question. So, the temperature of gold fusion is?"

"Fine," said Christy, who paused to think for a moment. "It's absurdly high, gold is only created in supernovas."

Arianna smiled, and raised her palm up to head level. "In supernovas, the Big Bang, and one other place." A ball of fire burst into existence floating above her palm, and began to shrink rapidly into a single point.

"What is that?" yelled Dave, scrambling to stand up and get a better look through the mirror.

"You'll see," replied the pyrokinetic, continuing to focus on her point of light. Several seconds passed by, then a glowing liquid began to flow from the light onto the floor. There it began solidifying into what looked an awful lot like bars. The kind you'd see in Fort Knox.

"Holy..." was all Christy had to say. She just stood on the other side of the mirror while Arianna closed her palm, dissipating her point of light.

"I am Arianna of Arendelle, and I control heat itself. What makes you think your cell door will hold me?" Arianna stated with a regal, yet threatening air.

Christy, still dumbfounded by what she had just witnessed, hit a button on the table. And the door opened.

"That's much better," said the pyrokinetic happily.