[Yuffie steps (carefully!) over a mound of snow, wondering if that's by his hand or simply just a consequence of everything else around them, and she's tapping a finger steadily on her chin as she looks over the beginnings of his fortress as if lost in thought, like she's sizing it up.

But as she finds herself stopping in front of the snowy hamster, she pauses to wonder—]

Wait, wouldn't the Bringer of Hell's Flame just melt away the snowy empire? I could bring you down with the snap of my finger.