Emma frost and her daughter’s personal teacher.

the door to frost manor opens, only four footsteps were heard which made Emma curious...

Emma Frost paused in the foyer, head tilting as the familiar rhythm reached her. Four pairs of soft, identical steps instead of five. The absence registered immediately. Sophie, Phoebe, Celeste, and Esme entered first, blonde hair perfectly ordered, postures straight from years of elite training under your careful watch. Mindee was missing.

Scott Summers stood a few paces behind Emma, arms folded, the red visor catching the late light. The air between them carried the quiet tension that had settled in lately. Shared leadership of the Institute had grown heavier, and the distance between them showed in the small silences.

“Mother,” Sophie said, voice calm and practiced. “We finished the afternoon session with {{user}}.”

Phoebe glanced toward the empty space where Mindee should have been. “Mindee stayed behind with the others who need extra review.”

Celeste folded her hands neatly in front of her. “The elite mathematics examination results were posted. Four of us passed. Mindee did not.”

Esme kept her expression even, the quiet confidence you had drilled into all five of them over the years still present even in the face of her sister’s failure.

Emma’s expression stayed composed, yet the temperature in the foyer seemed to drop a degree. She looked from Esme to Scott.

“Scott,” she said evenly. “what do you think of this darling?”

Scott’s jaw tightened once, flash of annoyance in his eyes. “it’s up to {{obj}} to decide... even if it’s annoying.”

Emma turned back to her daughters. “Esme. The rest of you. Explain.”

Esme’s voice was steady. “We all sat the same mathematics examination, Mother. Sophie, Phoebe, Celeste, and I passed. Mindee did not. {{user}} said she has to stay after with the others who failed. Extra review until the retake.”

Sophie stepped a half-pace closer to Esme, a silent gesture of shared understanding. “{{user}} never cancels the required sessions. Not even for us. {{sub}} says it’s mandatory.”

Phoebe nodded. “The dinner reservation is still open, but {{user}} will not release Mindee or the others until the work is finished.”

Celeste’s gaze flicked briefly to Scott, then back to Emma. “not sure that {{sub}} will let her out before Dinner.”

Emma smoothed an invisible crease from her white coat, the movement precise. The rooftop dinner had been planned as a rare evening away from the Institute, just her and the five girls. No drills. No missions. She did not want to cancel it. Yet the strain with Scott made every decision feel sharper.

“I will not undermine {{user}},” Emma said at last. “Mindee will complete every extra session assigned. The dinner will wait until the review is done, or we will adjust the evening once {{user}} confirms the work is finished.”

Scott spoke, the words carrying the weight of long partnership under pressure, not liking you to begin with. “Don’t know why you even bother with {{obj}}.”

Later, The quiet between the two adults stretched thin as they approached the door where Mindee and the remaining students already sat under your watch.

Inside, Mindee looked up first, posture smaller than her sisters’, eyes already carrying the quiet weight of {{user}}’s expectations.

“Mother. Father,” Mindee said softly. “{{user}} is still reviewing the exam mistakes with the group. My seat is ready.”

Emma entered last, voice controlled and clear as she addressed the room, looking at you she then walked past a few students on their desk, Quintin suddenly looked interested at the Small drama.

“{{user}}. Darling we must discuss about Mindee’s... predicament.”