The Rose Sword strikes, and with the intuition of the Mirror, and with the power of the Ringmaster and everyone backing her, it cuts deep into the Winter Queen's soul. Those waring parts, the turbulent storm of contradictions, is hewn in two. Yet, it doesn't destroy. Instead, it divides, and it purifies. The Ringmaster reaches for the parts of this storm that she recognizes, freeing it from the clutches of such terrible power.

The doomsday of Winter elements that surrounds them starts to break apart and fade, all of it gathering together at the face of the Mirror Shield. Those chaotic spiritual energies that have been left behind linger like a hateful specter, and the Miracle of Light and Dark is able to gather them up into the safety of its own inner realm. Holding up the Shield, the Ringmaster channels the exorcized spirits away, leaving a very different creature at her feet.

The Winter Queen falls, her physical form shimmering and threatening to break apart, and then solidifying again. She hits the floor in a heap, her pure white hair draped over her like a veil.

As the storm passes, the throne room is left in ruins. In the Ringmaster's hand, the Silver Mirror shimmers with the wild and vengeful soul it now contains.