"Ooh, is it important?" the fae purrs. Whoops, too late. They've already snatch it and are fluttering away to the other side of the trailer with it. "Is it for your spell? Fire is so fickle. I would recommend more reliable spell focuses."

And with a swirl of their hands, the candle freezes into a block of ice - flame included. Paradoxically, it's as if the flame has been frozen in time instead of in water. Forever burning, and yet not burning at all.