[Halbereth Diagona]

Sorell lay on his bed, remembering Nayru. He suddenly recalled how she had said that the door was stuck in one room. He got up and padded, barefooted, to the door opposite.
Sorell turned the handle and pushed. It opened. Kalia's room, obviously. The next room was open, and the next. He went to the other side- his room, and one other. Slowly reaching out a hand, he placed it on the handle, and turned. It was stuck.
Sorell lit up his palm with fire and shot a ball at the frosty window. It melted.
Inside, Amyn scowled and leapt for the window on the other side of the room. She hadn't thought of that, dan it.