Glacier's cell was not the conventional idea of a cell. True, it was concrete but it was warm, not cold. It was dry, not wet and full of mold. Many who have been in a cell would beg for one as nice as Glacier's. It was the first-class of cells.
Not that she cared.
She sat in the corner, her blue eyes darting frantically around everything she could. She did not know where she was and why she was there. The last thing she could remember was being handed over to some ponies by another she'd met in the Everfree the same day. Fear had erased everything after that.
Glacier winced as she slowly stood up. Small cuts and bruises littered her body and a long, thin, red and green leaf was wrapped around the centre of her body. She steadied herself, ducked her head and pointed her horn towards the cell door. With all of her remaining strength, she attempted to shatter the doors hinges.
Nothing.
Rubbing her head, Glacier began to wonder why her usually mighty magic has no effect.
'This is strange. That door should be completely flat. Wait... what the hell is on my head!'
Whatever it was, it was cold, hard and had a tight grasp on Glacier's horn. She tried to lift it off. Her efforts were futile. She tried harder and harder to remove the object but nothing worked. Eventually, she became so frenzied that she dropped to the floor and tried to use all four hooves to remove it.
'I need to get some answers. I have no idea what may happen next. All I need is for somepony to turn up and answer my queries. Then I could kill them and escape!'