As they reach the lake, Strange awkwardly skids to a stop, trying not to slip and fall on the ice as they approach. He wobbles precariously for a moment, but manages to regain his footing. He looks out over the lake, eyes scanning up to the treeline. It's such a wide expanse of lake and yet the entirety of it is frozen solid. Even the trees past the lake, up to the hot springs, are covered in snow. This is far greater than any of his weather magic could do and, not for the first time this evening, Strange feels horribly inadequate.

Tentatively, Strange puts a foot on the frozen layer, either not knowing or not caring about the potential for getting his shoe wet. The ice groans in a slightly worrying manner, but the top layer of ice remains firm, not cracking in the slightest.

"It really is quite impressive," he can't help but admit, a tone of awe in his voice. He might still hate the fiend for tricking him, but that doesn't change the fact that Strange realizes that despite how powerful he is, there's still plenty of beings out there who have power beyond that.