They used the room that Elsa had woken up in. The men pushed the table and bed against one wall, and brought the chairs to another near the door. They took seats as if awaiting some sort of stage show.

Elsa took a deep breath steadied her nerves, and focused her mind. She looked at the three men, then turned her back, disabling her bracers as she turned. She could feel the frost forming beneath her feet. Let it. They wanted to see.

She started simple. A wall, like she'd used to defend herself against the crossbow men sent by the Duke of Wësselton. She stepped forward, making a fist with her right hand, and a wall of clear, perfect ice formed, about a foot thick.

Then she threw the ice darts. If they'd been on a cave wall, they'd have been… there was an English term for them. She couldn't remember it. The darts pierced the ice wall, leaving lines of spiderweb-like cracks.

Then… control. If she focused, she could create her ice castle in a smaller scale. She could remember it as if it were yesterday. She took a small step forward, picturing it. The staircase, the large doors. It was missing amenities… she knew that now. Her new model included large windows… even a bed.

When she was done, she was exhausted. Only once had she exerted her magic like this before, when she'd created the full scale castle, and this might have been harder. When she was done, she turned back to the audience. Mr. Rodgers and Thor applauded politely, while Phil clapped enthusiastically. He stood first, and moved to examine the castle in detail.

"That's amazing. This is the castle you made near your home, isn't it?" Phil asked.

"It is a gift," said Thor. "I have not seen ice used as art like this before."

"It's pretty impressive," Mr. Rodgers said, smiling.

"Can you also dispel it?" asked a woman's voice. Elsa looked around surprised. At some point, Natasha had entered. She hadn't even noticed her.

"No," Elsa said, sadly. "I don't know how."

"If there's a way, I know you'll figure it out," said Phil, encouragingly. "I mean, if you could figure out how to do all this…"

Elsa looked at Phil's smiling face, he was starting to sound like Anna. "Thank you," she said. "I… I hope you are right."

"With that said," Natasha said, "It'd be good to know what sustains them. Maybe we should turn up the heat. That way, if something does happen, we know how to counteract it. No offense," she told Elsa.

Elsa nodded, and raised a hand to forestall Phil's comment. "I think you're right."

Phil looked like he was biting his tongue. "Shame to let the sculpture go to waste, though."

Natasha looked speculative. "Hmm." She then gave a brief smile. "Can you try to sustain the sculpture as we turn up the temperature?"

Some of the words were still foreign, but Elsa got the idea. She gave a brief nod. Natasha tapped her ear and spoke softly. "Here we go," the pilot told her.

Elsa placed her hand on her ice palace and focused on it. The others could see an almost visible blue energy flow into the sculpture. Elsa, on the other hand, could feel the heat in the room ice wall began to show visible signs of melting, quicker and quicker, until the water began to puddle.

Phil, wiping his brow, excused himself.

"Maybe this isn't such a good idea," Rodgers said, as the water began to lap at his boots. "How hot is it in here?"

"Over 90 degrees," Natasha told him.

"I… I have to stop, I'm beginning to feel faint," Elsa said.

Rodgers caught her as she began to swoon. Once her energy was removed from the equation, the sculpture began a swift descent into liquid form. Mr. Rodgers, observing Elsa's flushed state, helped her quickly out of the room.

Phil was waiting outside. He opened his mouth to say something, then noticed Elsa's condition. "Are you alright, Elsa?" he asked.

"I don't think I realized how hot it was. It didn't interfere with my magic but…"

"But your body is a different story, and that energy had to come from somewhere, right?" Rodgers asked.

"Well," Natasha said, emerging, with Thor right behind her. "The humidity in that room had been pumped to zero before we came in. I'm not sure where the water came from."

Elsa frowned, not quite comprehending the last sentence.

"There's usually a certain amount of water in the air," Phil said. "There was no water in that air for you manipulate. So, you either conjured the water, or used water from your own body. Are you thirsty?"

Elsa put a hand to her forehead, "I can't tell. I'm so hot, and tired."

"We'll get you to something to eat and drink, and someone to mop up your room," Phil told her.

"Thank you."

In the lab, Tony Stark was fiddling with Jarvis's findings. He frowned, staring at something. "That's… odd. Not relevant, perhaps, but odd."

"Doesn't something smell funky to you, Steve?" Dr. Banner asked.

"Find the Cube," Captain America said, distracted. He departed to search through the Helicarrier.

It was behind a locked door that he found them. First were the energy weapons, looking like they'd been reversed engineered from WWII Hydra weapons. They were of sleeker design, perhaps, but still. Hydra weapons.

He was about to take them for proof when he heard a voice behind him. It was higher pitched than an adult, but not quite a child's.

"Hi!"

He turned, and saw something that resembled nothing more than a fridge with an open viewing window. Through the window he saw what was undoubtedly a snowman. A snowman that was waving at him.

"Hi! I'm Olaf and I like warm hugs!"

"Olaf?" he asked. The events of a few hours ago raced through his mind. "Did… did Elsa build you?" he asked, trying to parse things together.

"Yes. Why?" he asked. Then, apparently, the idea reached him. "Is she here?" he asked excitedly. "Is Anna here too?"

The snowman spoke English. He knew Elsa. And SHIELD had intentionally not brought them together.

Tony was more right than Steve cared to admit. He tapped his earpiece to activate the comm. "Elsa… if you can hear me, you need to report to the lab right now. Thor, you know where they're keeping the scepter. Please help her find the way. Tony… you need to see these."