Silven absently stepped on the trap as he continued to move forward and felt the surge of frost echoing across his body.  Soon bits of frigid cold were clinging to him encasing him in his own personal cage.  The process wasn't as fast as normal and Silven took that to his advantage by sending a Power Word Pain at the priestess before he found himself up to his neck in the frost.  "This trap won't last forever."<br/><br/>He grimly reminded the pair as he knew at most it would hold him for thirty seconds.