At that moment, there was a sudden loud slamming against the practically frozen door, Neyan's eyes going wide as she was trying her best to recall the spell. She had no destruction books with her, so she had to go completely off of memory. Thinking fast, she suddenly curled her arms around Shyirin, flicking her fingers which glowed with that same pink energy, uttering the words that were intelligible to any other person before their forms started to go translucent in appearance. They then completely dissipated like dust, leaving them completely invisible.
It was just in time, as the door suddenly flung open, the chair that held it closed's back legs snapping off before the piece of furniture tumbled across the floor all the way to the opposite wall. Neyan's eyes were locked on the open doorway, keeping herself as still and quiet as she could possibly be. They were invisible, but not soundless. Hopefully these things didn't have a very good sense of smell, come to think of it...
What came in was both awe-inducing and horrifying. Its entire body was made of thick, glossy ice that glowed a pale blue, illuminating the entire inside of the shack. Its upper half was comprised of a skeletal torso, complete with thin, sickly arms with clawed hands, as well as a skeletal head with sharp, jagged teeth and wiry hair that plumed out in every direction. Their lower half, replacing where the legs should've been, was a long, segmented tail, spines of pure ice lining the bottom and top of it. Its entire form floated in mid-air, and fog rolled off of it like the coldest thing imaginable.
A second one followed it, both of them just searching around the entire shack for any signs of the humans they were trying to freeze out. One shuffled through Neyan's bag for any of her other belongings, letting out an awful screech that nearly deafened her. The other peered over the shelves, its disgusting hands tracing over every nick-knack, either curious, or starving and looking for anything of sustenance. Neyan noticed that neither of them seemed to go anywhere near the faltering fire... With that, she realized what she had to at least attempt to do.
She cupped her invisible hands, taking deep, yet silent breaths as the wraiths were busy with their search. She continued taking her deep breaths, watching as a tiny little flame came to life just above her palms, growing at an annoying slow rate into a bigger, more threatening form. She looked up with a glare towards the two of them, praying deep down that her and her new friend would be ok.
She pulled her hands apart, separating the flame into two flames, holding both in her hands. Slowly, her and Shyirin's form became visible again in what looked like pieces coming together, just in time for both wraiths to turn around. They at first looked surprised, Neyan grunting angrily as she extended one arm towards the closest wraith, the flame in her hand shooting outwards and hitting the creature in the face. It screeched in agony as its entire body lit up like a candle, the thing slamming against every wall before charging out of the door.
The second, too scared to even make a sound at the other flame in Neyan's opposite hand, just stayed stationary, backing up and watching as she swung it side to side in front of it. "Yeah! You don't like fire, huh!? Maybe it's time for you to be the one running away scared!" She taunted, the flame growing in her palm. The thing, hissing in both fear and anger, charged out of the door. She grinned widely, proud of having chased them away, letting the flame in her palm fizzle out.
She panted heavily, looking back at Shyirin to make sure she was ok. "Look... I... I did it..." She murmured in exhaustion, her eyes rolling back in her skull as she suddenly passed out, collapsing against the floor before him. Clearly, she dipped a little too deep into her magic pool. Which... Was pretty bad for mages.