Once Ellana had recovered and seated herself, Galadriel lowered her staff and set it on the ice behind them. Her question was odd, in a way, but she was Dalish. Of all the trials the Dalish had faced, Ellana had never spoken of one that would lend itself to the frozen nature of the Emprise.

"It is an old trick, one I learned when I was very young," Galadriel began and looked back at the hole in the ice. "Or rather like it, at least."

The original method was less swift and less effective than what she'd done. Digging undercut hollows in ice this thick would be a staggering undertaking and, fortunately, she lacked all the tools to demonstrate it. She supposed it didn't matter much, the old way had depended on the ocean to do the majority of the work and the river was far too still to help wear the ice down.

And yet...Galadriel had no doubt that Ellana could manage it, if she needed to. Thedas's sort of magic was well suited to this kind of task.

"If there is no thin spot, you must make one, and it goes fastest from below. Cutting is safer but drawing the water upward works well enough."

It was hard to make out where the ice stopped beneath the well of water. She began to explain, or intended to, but her line pulled and Galadriel's attention shifted. With a sharp heft she drew the line out of the water and, struggling on the end of it, there was a long silvery fish.

"They survive!" Galadriel announced brightly and eyed the animal.