caught in the rain, no piña coladas

Meadow frowned at the carvings, stepping back for a moment. They were a language unknown to her, and she couldn't figure out what they mean. Willing down the frustration that began to bubble in her chest, the girl took a step back from the wall. Carefully stepping to walk along it, Meadow would do her best to process. Process. Think. Think. There had to be something!

There were some small cracks, at least. Hmmm, maybe that was something. The girl took a big step back, and then made the mightiest charge she could at one of the spots where the ice was already looking weak. With a grumble that's louder than she intends it to be, Meadow throws herself into the wall, intent on breaking through the ice. It was a good way to get the frustration out of her system, at least... probably. It would be even better if it worked!