Eltain nods numbly at the Prince, too cold and frightened to speak, his skin turned nearly as blue as the prince's by the deep chill in his bones. He understands just a little now of how those frozen in the Prince's palace must feel. When he can finally move again, he rushes over to Toveliss, grabbing the front of the other man's tunic.

"Do you see now? We have to get mother away from him. We have to get away from him. You heard what he said." His voice, oddly, sounds more determined rather than desperate; and his lips have returned to a normal pink color. He composes himself.

"Come, let's talk while we go do something more... Normal. You mentioned something about girls. Summer, I think. Let's visit our fellow fey for a bit." He drags Toveliss with him, heading for the summer court's section.

"Toveliss, I'm scared."