Alistair's reaction to his only remaining dagger also getting stuck in the beast is, roughly, OH HELL NO.

He spits out a mouthful of ice. (Great, now his face and his tongue are half-numb.) Both hands wrap fast around the dagger's hilt; there's nothing but slick snow to brace his feet on, but Alistair does his damndest anyway, teeth gritted as he throws all his weight into getting the blade unstuck.

"Give -- that -- back -- "

For a moment, nothing happens. Then, a slow creeeeak scrapes along the air.

The ice finally gives way with a snap, sending Alistair reeling backward. "Hah!" he exclaims, triumphant.