Korra nods along, thinking that while she already knows some basics of frostbite, it couldn't hurt to keep listening. Just in case Galadriel has another way of handling it...

Her lack of sleep starts catching up with her then and what starts as a few lulls in her concentration becomes her dozing off for longer periods of time. When she finally drifts off, she falls straight into a confusing collection of dreams that have become familiar to her.

Suddenly, Amon is there, looming over her, his hand reaching for her face. Korra feels a spike of panic and tries to twist away--

Back with Galadriel, she's slumped over, face twisted into a pained expression as she trembles.