The Next Day.

Everyone in the team seemed (understandably) down. First Kristofer and now Mick. Two valuable team members and friends gone so quickly.
Even the newer members, who didn't get to know Mick much, felt saddened for his death... but perhaps they felt more saddened towards Shirley. She had just lost her fiancée and was obviously very disturbed. But, oddly enough, nobody ever saw her cry.
After Mick was kidnapped by Naecken, she cried all the time. When he died that changed. She would just stare into space in silence. She didn't ask to be left alone, but she never talked to anyone. When someone approached her and tried to talk, she politely thanked them and said nothing else. Different people have different ways of dealing with pain. Everyone assumed this was hers.

Late that night, Grimm was alone in his room preparing to go to bed, when his room's door suddenly opened. Shirley was standing on the hall. She looked as if she hadn’t had a minute of sleep in the last two days. And she hadn’t.

"You knew this was gonna happen, didn't you?" Shirley said, straight to the point.

Grimm was taken by surprise. Even he didn't understand these things very well. "Shirley, I..."

"I knew too."

Grimm said nothing.

"If you knew," Shirley continued a few seconds later, "then you probably know something's not right about this."

Grimm sighed. "Shirley, I know this is hard," he said in the most understanding tone he could produce, "but this is how life is. Or Death, rather. I myself l -"

"That's not what I meant." Shirley interrupted. "Something is not right. Can't you feel it?"

Grimm’s jaw opened."..."

Antartica

Flesh, blood, destroyed machinery, weapons and snow fill the landscape. Miles of miles covered by the unusual mix of leftovers. left by the war that took place here mere days ago. Nothing moves.
And then, something does. A small ball of bright light, the size a breath mint, comes from under a great pile of smashed hard ice... what used to be Naecken's castle.
The small light floats above the destroyed ice palace for a while, looking like it’s confused and trying to decide what to do (to someone who can tell what lights are thinking just by looking at them, I mean). Then it speeds into sky and disappears in the clouds.