[anders' patience meter going wild like a metronome having a panic attack

But oh: sword, okay. That'll do, he hopes. He rocks back from his crouch and stands, though not without scooping up the hairpin again first. Maybe someone who knows how to pick locks can use this, somewhere else.]

Try not to blow the whole thing to pieces. We're all very impressed already.

[Him and the frozen duo, that is. So impressed. Now-- actually, this is going to look a little silly of him, but since he's holding the pin he might as well use it to center an ice spell in lieu of a proper staff; his hand and the pin in it glow icy blue a moment before the spell fires out and connects with the front of the chest. It's not super focused, leaving more of the chest frozen than he'd intended, and ah... more frozen things... ahem:]

Well, now I'm part of the problem, aren't I? Ow— [ow, frozen fingers and frozen pin; he drops it again, where it simply cracks in half on the floor from the stress of the spell. Anders blows on his cold fingers and nods at the chest; you're up, bud.]