De Camino et Virtus Bellorum

"Kill him and I will hurt you to the point where you wish you could feel something as sweat as pain" Merlin warned

"Wow" Bjorn says "That went quickly"

"And yet he will be dead. And I think you wouldn't like that. You. Door. Walking through it."

"You do know that you have no chance of getting out of this if you don't play your cards right. A little hint killing him would not be a good play" Bjorn says

Rupert regarded Bjorn calmly. "I have no idea what you're saying." he said in English.

The storm had whipped itself up to a fever pitch around them. Elsa, clearly desperate to get rid of the entire group, spoke again with a note of near-irresistible command in her voice. "You have to leave now, before my power kills you!"

"We're kind of in the middle of a stand off." Phil says.

"A small thing can you wait five minutes"

Elsa looked incredulous. "In five minutes you'll freeze to death! It. Isn't. Safe. For. You. To. Be. Near. Me!"

"Which is why we can't take her aboard an airship, let's leave her be and just get the hell out of here."

"You see, the boilers of a modern ship - as you see in the RAF - will produce more than enough heat to melt any ice she creates the instant it appears.  Far more than an old coal- or oil-fired engine."

Merlin rolls his eyes "She has more power then I have ever seen. A simple boiler room wont be able to stop her if she wanted to get out"

A smile. "Ah, but she won't. If she does, the resulting outburst will no doubt kill several dozen crew members."

Merlin raises his staff again "You are trying my patience for idouts"

"And now you understand how I've felt for the past five minutes. Now, miss, if you would be so kind." The twin indicated the staircase.

Elsa glanced at it, then back at the twin. Slowly, she shook her head.

"You are ants trying to prove yourselves gaints. Get out while you can"

Elsa could feel her powers slipping out of control. If she didn't do something soon, somebody was going to get hurt. And nobody up here was going to let her get away from them, that much was certain...

The former Queen of Arendelle closed her eyes, marshaling all of her concentration that she had honed for nearly fourteen years now. Losing control right now would be...No. Don't think about that, she admonished herself. 

A hexagonal section of the floor beneath Elsa suddenly dropped away as the young exile lowered it rapidly to the ground floor like an elevator. Vincent swore loudly and started for the stairs, while Rupert twisted around, trying to keep an eye on things while still holding the Scotsman hostage. The gun came a fraction off-center of the prisoner's head...

And then the De Vil  was screaming and holding his arm, which had a dirk nearly large enough to be considered a short sword jammed between the bones of his forearm. The Scotsman, free now (and the owner of said dirk), planted his fist solidly into the British noble's stomach just below the ribcage and Rupert folded almost in half with pain, his scream cut off in a sharp wheeze as he fell to one side.

Bjorn took this chance to use his gear to catch up with Vincint, once he was close enough he slashed both of his swords at him

Merlin took the same route that elsa used and calmly fallowed her

As soon as Elsa reached the ground floor she created a solid layer of ice that sealed off the top of the tower - this blocked Merlin's route as well as very nearly freezing Vincent solid. The second twin shouted in alarm as he tried to continue descending the stairs automatically only to trip and slide across the newly-formed ice sheet. As a consequence, Bjorn's swords both missed.

"S@#$" Bjorn says continuing forwards well above the ice

Merlin started walking down the stairs and when the ice came along he simply started sliding down

Phil slips and also starts sliding down the stairs. "We have to get back to the ship."

"What do you purpose?" Merlin says

Bjorn finally gets to the end of the stairs

The stairs now ended about ten or fifteen feet above the ground floor - the spiral staircase had been cut off by a thick later of ice. 

Below, Elsa decided not to take any more chances. She quickly fled out the door and started away from the tower.

After regaining his composure, Phil delivers a solid downward punch to the ice floor.

The ice shattered like glass under the Greek man's fist, with the resulting crash startling Elsa so badly she nearly slipped on her own ice, spinning around to stare at the tower. What on earth...?

"Now then, we'll be going back to our ship now." Phil says.

Elsa blinked. "How did you...?"