"He could make concession to the mass, but his levers of power are not there-- it would be seen as a betrayal by the nobility," Natalia agrees. "And water flows and stops where it will."

She blinks. "Right. I should. Show you."

She hunts for a radio station that is actually playing music. This... Isn't hard to find, considering some of the easiest ways to jam communications on a band is to have a lot of information on it, and music recordings are as good as anything else. Arguably better if they're propaganda.

She remembers blood on the snow.

She taps her finger on a counter to the beat, and rime starts to form around her hand, and then she draws it up. It's-- about as destructive as such little amounts of ice usually are, but it's also moving, fluidly, with the beat and melodies. "It's starting to work. Thank you."