A Cold Day

Sekhmet looks embarrassed and starts melting the ice. It's slow going, slower than it should be. The ice here is strangely resistant to heat. It doesn't help that Sekhmet usually uses her hands to direct her fire, and they're currently frozen in place. "I'm going to be stuck here forever and never see Prumathe again or feel the sun on my face or even move," Sekhmet despairs. The ice thickens and spreads over more of her body.