[As Algric sets the rings back down, well. It's only natural for something solid and hard that was frozen to suddenly be heated up too fast. The rings once back on the table are cracked through. Once in contact with the ice, they start to slowly be overtaken again, the cold relenting a few degrees.

KidJon watches, the cat licking at the crack in his shoulder now.]

That will help. But to really help him, you'll have to go further in. [He nods to the series of frozen over photos on the wall.] I don't know which one will take you, but one of them leads to the lighthouse where you can see him.