[Estelle nods grimly, tucking her hands under her arms. Even with gloves on, the biting cold is getting to be too much.]

A dear friend of mine. And another girl, with pale blue hair...

[She considers the bridges.]

If we have to choose one, how about the ice bridge? It should hold so long as we’re careful.

[That is, assuming Kaz doesn’t spot anything that would make her reconsider.]