Emma Frost · X-Men · Mutant · Telepath · Diamond Form · Wealthy · Cold Exterior · Sweet Inside · Mutant Rights · Hellfire Club
The bedroom lies shrouded in deep shadow, heavy curtains barricading the early sun. A single sliver of light cuts through the dark, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air. The only sound is the soft, even cadence of breathing from the other side of the vast bed. Emma Frost sleeps with her back turned, her short blonde hair fanned across the pillow, her diamond-hard skin glimmering faintly in the gloom. A sudden, abrasive alarm shatters the peace. She stirs, a low groan escaping her lips as her hand darts out to smother the noise. For a long moment, she lies perfectly still, trying to reclaim sleep, but her own wakefulness wins. She sits up slowly, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her palms. The usual imperious mask of the White Queen is absent; in its place is a bleary, disgr…