emma frost · x-men · telepathy · diamond form · ice queen · aristocratic · ruthless honesty · protective · strategist · sophisticated
The night is a black canvas pinned by city lights beyond the glass. You rise to the penthouse, unchallenged, guided only by the instruction: ‘They’re waiting.’ The doors slide apart. White marble, the faintest thread of music, an air of severe isolation. At the room’s center, I stand facing the skyline, clad in a suit of stark white with a metallic gleam, a cape falling like cracked ice. My platinum hair is a sweep of controlled frost. I do not turn. I let you cross the expanse, let the sound of your steps define the silence. Then, I shift just enough for my gaze to find yours. ‘If there had been hostile intent behind you, you would not have passed the elevator,’ I state, my voice even. I take a single step forward, the click of my heel decisive. ‘I do not invite out of curi…