There was an autumn frost that night, and the gardens, along with the grass, trees, and forests, were covered in dazzling beads of ice, as if an IceWing had sneezed on the whole school campus. Myrtle went outside, to gather rosehips for tea. *oh, it’s cold out here!* she thought, as she walked through the garden in search of the vitamin-packed treasure. She found it, but there were over twenty perfect ones right where she couldn’t reach them. She finally figured out how to get to the prize, but her many bags and pouches became entangled in a willow tree, so that she couldn’t reach her knife in it’s case. The branches were too thick for a dragon to just snap, and there the LeafWing stood, unable to move.