Rough draft--please don't quote or repost.
The staff rested on her forehead. A spike of intense cold radiating from the staff wrung a cry of agony from Katie.
"You will say it," Old Man Winter said.
"Get away from her!" Mel screamed.
Old Man Winter whirled. Katie gave a sobbing gasp of relief as the spike of torture was removed from her forehead. Her eyes re-focused, and she saw that Mel stood by the Wishing Tree, and that the Pretender swung from one of its branches. Mel looked magnificent, and Katie had never been more proud of her sister.