The Frost Queen

man-from-beast:

It had been all he could to not go insane. Dressing in over-exaggerated coats and hats that for some reason seemed to cover him just enough that it didn’t rouse suspicion. Over all he found it almost… ridiculous, really, but then again it seemed like most residence of Bayville had never been particularly intelligent.

He pulled to the coffee shack’s parking lot and ordered through the drive through. Making a quick exchange with the provider before parking. He scooted his chair back and grasped the wheel with his feet, retrieving a book from the passenger seat and holding it with one foot while the other held his coffee.

Hank took a long sip from it as he scratched his chin. Really, he was just happy to get a small reprieve from just… everything, and to an extent, everyone.

Emma picked up the mind of another mutants almost as soon as it came in the general area. Blue eyes narrowing behind her glasses she glanced around, it wasn’t as if she wasn’t overly obvious. Anyone who even remotely knew her could recognize her, and that was one thing she didn’t need sitting in the wide open area, her cover could be blown easily. It stilled and she looked out, finding the car with ease she tilted her head for a second before standing up. Shutting the white laptop and putting it into it’s case. Heels clicking on the pavement as she moved over across the lot to the car, he could of possibly noticed her before she made it. But she leaned against the passenger side and knocked anyway looking out at the shop. 

“You know your disguise is terrible” She mocked looking inside at the blue furred mutant. Hank? Yes. He was from Xaviers. Her entire motivation for walking over, for coming up to talk to a man who could blow her cover was because, he would possibly be the only one to listen to her right now, and even possibly listen to her want to return. Scott would listen yes, but the thought of returning, or letting her return could upset him to the point that his girl would get involved and it was another argument Emma wasn’t willing to have.

(Source: frosty-bitch, via man-from-beast-deactivated20121)

She was in Bayville again, that Duncan guy had left the safety of the huge base he’d been staying in and she followed him. He seemed the safer one to follow between him and Mike. Dreary old town that she hated and he even seem to be staying for a few days so she rented a hotel in the town. It…wasn’t completely unpleasant. Just she could feel all the mutants just a few miles away and it nagged at her to no end. Walking down the street to take residence in the coffee shop a block from the shady hotel she opened her laptop and slid her sunglasses on. White pants, and a tight white leather coat, her hair tied back in a pony tail and her normal heavy makeup covered by her sunglasses. A red iced tea of some sort in front of her she began to type.

It was genetics research, well to anyone looking it was genetics research to her it was more of a code of her plans and observations. Worthinton could figure out she was a mutant at any time, and if he suspected, his men would search her computer. Which would end in all her research being discovered and those damn mutants being targets all over again. Scratching her head a little she sighed.

Emma, after being sent back out to the streets, got herself a hotel in the city again. This time, she was close to the Worthington company. Really she was slightly put off being sent out but didn’t make any argument against it. Let the fucking disney couple be there happy no one can touch us selves for awhile. Huffing she kept up her observations of the place over the months.

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redxsoul:

jeanxgrey:

We were together, but when I came back I guess he had just been with Emma Frost for a while. I can’t blame him I was gone for a long time.

Ah, not the first Scott to be with Emma….I..I’m sorry to hear that, but, glad you hold no grudge.
Our Emma isn’t….pleasant to be around.  

I’m a fucking fiesta, what are you talking about.

(Source: redxphoenix, via redxphoenix)

singular-sight:

Scott shook his head, “I don’t think you’re lying… and I’m sure he wont, I don’t think he’ll think you’re lying either… this effects all of us, I trust you to know when it’s time to be serious, Emma.” He didn’t take her for an idiot, and he was sure she knew when playtime was over, given, he didn’t like to think of messing with his romantic happiness as playtime, but the magnitude of this event outweighed everything else, and that was definitely something to be accounted for.

He started toward the door, but halfway through nearly tripped over himself. He nearly yelped, but he quickly turned and caught himself, hands out to rebalance himself. His lack of sleep was definitely getting to him now, and he paused. “I… the news can… wait… at least for a few hours…” he said softly. He promised Jean he would sleep, and at this point, he didn’t think he had much of a choice in the matter, truth be told. He simply could barely keep his eyes open and he was sure that if he didn’t go to bed manually, he’d simply fall over then and there, passed out. “If… that’s okay, I’m sorry,” he held a hand to his head, Emma wanted to go, he knew that, but there was little to no chance of him getting up at this point, at least, even if he did, he wouldn’t be getting any further then the bed.

“I’ll hold you to that. I risked my neck to pull your asses out of that place, I didn’t do it because I love you guys or some other random feeling of the sort” She huffed, glad he was taking her serious despite all she did. She watched him stumble, blonde brow raising slightly before shaking her head.

“Yeah it can. I’ll be back later for you summers. I’ve got other things to do.” She shook him off, she’d troll back around later and drag his ass to this Professor. But he was no good if he could barely stand. “Don’t forget” She waved walking out crossing her arms over another a smirk on her face as she shook her head and kept walking.

(Source: frosty-bitch)

(( I DONT SEE IT))

singular-sight:

Scott made a face. his first reaction was to simply not believe it, but he was first a man of reason and frankly, there were a lot of new students lately who he never got around to particularly…trusting.

He sighed and looked down, shaking his head a bit. “I… that’s… a lot to take in,” he looked out the window, his eyes renarrowing. “I… I need to tell the professor, but…wait, how did you find out all thi-” he paused. Right. Telepath. He instead shook his head, “Nevermind, sorry, stupid question..” he was obviously sleep deprived, as though the sunken eyes and especially scruffy state of his face didn’t give that away enough.

“Emma, would you come with me to tell the Professor? I think you could… explain it better than me,” not that putting words together better than Scott was a hard thing to do in the first place.

“Sorry but it’s the truth there sugarcakes” She shrugged, resting her face on her hand. “Ain’t got no reason to lie about it do I? Don’t live there anymore. No reason to cause mass chaos. There is a reason to suspect someone else is putting you guys in grave danger, and that’s a no go zone even for me.” She huffed a little glaring out the window and then back at Scott. “Whoever did this knew the attack was coming, which means they wouldn’t be around as often as the other students. Secluded. Someone who isn’t here now, or could very well be here now. Rule out the ones you know are trust worthy, and don’t trust the ones you don’t put with those categories.” She nodded after a long long pause.

“Yeah…fine. But he yells at me again I’m going to fight the hell out of him. I’m just trying to help not cause another war up in here. Let me give my news and be on my way” She hopped off the table brushing herself off. “The man, who shot her, and had you down….I have a lot of his memories to. Figure those might help a little…He’s also a complete idiot that can’t tell his hand from his foot, but they gave him a gun”

(Source: frosty-bitch)

singular-sight:

Scott stared at her for a moment, then slowly nodded. It was a little… suspicious, come to think of it, but he was curious. He looked to the door he had been about to walk into and opened it, proving to be a decent sized bedroom. He glanced around for a moment, then motioned Emma in, figuring it’d be better then talking in the hallway.

“I don’t know how they got in… I mean, we’ve had a few protesters before and stuff, but only other mutants have gotten past the institute’s security before… I just… don’t get it. Any of it. And damn Duncan just can’t let anything go,” he almost growled, eyes narrowing a little behind his ruby quartz visor. He was stuck in it, not having his shades around for now. Oh well, better to be stuck in the visor then stuck in the sunglasses, at least it gave him more control… it did also make him feel more… awkward, though. More exposed… He shook his head, looking back to her. “So… what do you know?”

“I can’t tell you that, they didn’t do anything to shut your security off. I was right behind them” She said hoping to sit on one of the desks, crossing her legs over the other. Her tone was business, nothing more, and she meant it. “I’m not helping because I like any of you, I’m helping because pretty soon a shit storm is going to hit the mutant kind, and having mutant against mutant isn’t going to help.” She said blue eyes cold, but sincere for the first time in her short life. “Someone shut it off for them, which means. One of your students. Because I know theres no way they’d have a way to shut that stuff down from the inside.” She said firmly, glaring at him. She was implying after all, one of his students was a double crosser.

“I also know your winged mutant friend is connected to them, but not in the way he wants to be. There funded by a big wig from the city. Warren Worthington Jr. You’ve got the third in your little group, guess Daddy’s a major antimutant fan. But he’s the funds for all this nonsense that went down the other night. He’s also the funds for healing the blonde of yours I assume. Hospital records say he was checked out by a Worthington, and healed this soon after what you did to him? Somethings going on deeper than this.” So she did a little detective work and snooping. She was a mutant, and she didn’t like this in the slightest.

(Source: frosty-bitch)

singular-sight:

Scott had spent a good amount of time idly wandering around, looking for the room that he and Jean had been assigned to. She had ordered him to go and find a place to sleep other then the recliner and he finally had promised to do so. When he heard the clacking, he tensed a little. Oh God, Emma. He’d almost forgotten about her, and despite the assistance from her, he couldn’t help but be a bit…weary.

The memory of the pain she’d inflicted on him and Jean was still fresh in his mind and he knew that in the condition he was currently in, there was no way he’d able to do anything mentally.

“I… ” he sighed and glanced around. Great, of course, she’d approach with no one else in sight… He ran a hand back through his hair… but… she had helped them so much…

“Okay… but… you’ll… behave, right?” He held up his hands a bit defensively. Not that her giving him her word would mean that she’d stick to it, but… well, he’d have to deal with that if it happened.

“If I say no can you really stop me” The blond gave him a look before shaking her head and puffing her chest out slightly, pouting a little. She had to play nice right now considering the whole situation. “Fine. Fine. I’ll do my best. I did fly all the way here with you l-…people” She finally pushed people out catching herself somewhat.

“I have some information to give you, about the attack, thought you might like it before we head back and I have to flee again to some random hotel or apartment. I mean I did know when to show up and help your asses when you needed it, figured I may be…somewhat nice and tell you more about where these guys came from”

(Source: frosty-bitch)

Emma had spent a couple days after landing trolling around the place, memorizing the layout through some thefted memories and a whole other nonsense, she didn’t enjoy having a change of clothes in the slightest though, and was already regretting her choice to tag along. Flicking something off her nail she walked down the halls, heels clicking, and echoing as she did. She was looking for someone, a very certain familiar someone. Finally tracking down this brunette mutant she moved in slowly, but not to slowly. “Summers” She said loudly, he seemed to be aimlessly wandering so tracking him down was a bitch and a half but she did it.

“If I promise to play nice you think we could talk? I figure you owe me at least one talk~” She sang the last part almost, hoping playing that card would get him to spend at least a few minutes with her.

singular-sight:

The very instantly Duncan was off of Scott, the mutant was standing, listening intently to figure out what exactly was going on. When he felt the familiar form of his visor in his hand, he mounted it back to his face and glanced to Emma for not even a second before rushing to Jean and scooping her up. He looked over the wound…it didn’t seem to be fatal, side near her diaphragm…

He scooped up the redhead, hand moving quickly to undo her ridiculous helmet. He could feel it again, he could feel their bond again almost instantly, but it wasn’t time to breath a sigh of relief yet. Instead he turned and nodded, “The jet, they’re waiting for us,” he was back to Cyclops mode, if anything for the simple reason that if he wasn’t forcing himself to be strong, he’d be completely losing it over the injured red head in his arms, but also due to the fact when they were back on the jet, they’d be seeing the kids again, and he needed to be the calm leader.

A few blasts here and there, their numbers were starting to dwindle finally, and soon enough they were in the hangar. Scott nearly leapt onto the Jet, not bothering to even look to anyone as he ran to the back of the jet where the medical supplies were.

Emma ran after him, she’d explain more in time, but right now she was here to help despite all the wrong she did. So moving after him she was careful not to drop the redhead she was carrying until they got on the jet, laying her out and moving to look at the Summers shaking her head and setting the woman down the blonde moved sitting on one of the jet seats, crossing her leg over the other and folding her arms.

She’d talk to him when he was done.

(Source: redxphoenix)