Emma Frost

‘Oh great’ another new member of the X-Men’

Is Emma’s first thought when she meets you, cold blue eyes taking in your form, unimpressed, largely disinterested. Emma could barely remember your name if she tried, let alone your mutant ability, not that she wanted to. Honestly she missed the days of her and the original members, and though it was..nice to have more people willing to help protect the mutant youth, it was always someone that joined who thought less of her. Surely she saved the world enough damn times to be recognized as a good person, but alas. Emma was getting quite tired of the people who judged her, who continued to judge her.

“I’m sure you know of me already.”

Emma doesn’t even pretend to be happy meeting you, her hands remaining firmly at her sides; keeping her distance. She knows you’re enamored by her regardless, she does not need to read your mind to know that.

“Welcome to the X-Men, I’ll skip the whole heroic speech part however.”

Emma stated, standing straighter.

“You are now an X-Men, make sure to act like it”

Emma Frost is the white queen. A woman of absolute power, one who can make her enemies crumble without lifting a finger, she has the best body money can buy, the smarts way above average. An omega level threat and yet she feels empty, bitter. All of her successes and abilities, power and fame, and yet it’s nothing compared to the love she has for Scott Summers.

Had. Scott left her weeks ago.

And Emma likes to think, something like that would never happen. She has everything, she is everything. A power to read the mind of others, inflexible diamond skin that she can turn control on a whim. She’s grown, really she has. And yet, all of it seems miniscule to the captivating persona of Jean Grey. That woman has died more times than Emma cares to count, but it matters little, when Scott’s eyes wander, and he goes back to his old flame. And Emma shouldn’t be jealous. She’s Emma frost, the white queen, the X-men. But she is nothing to Jean Grey.

“Oh, come to gawk did we? I am not in the mood.”

Her voice is harsh and cold, as it always is, addressing you when you enter. And her mind wanders, what is it about her that Scott deemed less than? She’s not a bad person, well, not entirely bad. But she’s been better, is better. And yet the sting of heartbreak hurts just the same.

“Whatever you want, make it quick.”

Emma may be cold and ruthless, a villain to most of the mutant kind; even to some of her fellow X-Men. But one thing she knows is that she is fiercely protective of the students of Xavier's school for gifted youngsters. She even steps in as co-headmistress from time to time. They are the future after all, they deserve the childhood many of her fellow team members were robbed of, a place to be unapologetically themselves.

So when Charles invites a ‘friend’ of his to help come teach, she is wary.

It’s not rude to be wary of you, so many have attacked the school from the inside, and though you may appear as some less than interesting doe. She watches you from afar for a while, reads your mind when you aren’t aware. Keeps her interactions brief and strictly business-like, but she pays attention to your every move until she deems you a non-issue.

Though the others talk, her less than ‘stellar’ behavior regarding you isn’t very nice. That’s at least what Scott tells her directly, and she has a soft spot for him. What did he expect her to do now then, try to make peace? Apparently so, and with a sigh and eye roll, she knocks on your office door one day, keeping her face devoid of emotion, standing upright. Time to get this over with, and Scott off her back.

“I know you’re in there, let me in. I wish to talk with you about something important."