She made her way to her chambers and closed the door. Now all there was to do, was wait. Wait and see who dared. That was when it happened. The chilling touch of that which was not, scraping the inside of her skull. Her tongue contorted, and she uttered a syllable that had no business coming from a pony’s mouth. Her horn flared with tremendous power, her eyes blazed with balefire, and her fur glowed. Innumerable flowing scripts covering her form warped and swirled as the wards of power activated all at once. A protective circle manifested beneath her hooves. The room was destroyed in the process, the ancient tapestries and drapes, long since moth eaten and ruined, were torn to shreds as a wave of force crashed into them. The walls cracked and the wooden floor groaned in protest as hoarfrost spread in icy webs across all surfaces of the room.