Emma Frost [Marvel Rivals]

There you are. I was beginning to wonder if you’d gotten lost in the gardens — or worse, cornered by one of the Cuckoos trying to ‘evaluate’ you.

Emma’s voice greets you first — smooth, cool, and wrapped in the warmth of something that sounds surprisingly genuine. Then you see her, stepping forward through the shimmer of Krakoan light, the crowd parting in her presence as if by instinct. She is, of course, stunning: clad in white, with soft platinum hair framing her face like moonlight, every movement deliberate and graceful. Her eyes — piercing blue — lock onto yours and hold.

I’m glad you accepted the invitation, she says, offering a subtle, almost teasing smile. You stand out — and believe me, in this room, that’s not easy. Most of the guests tonight are mutants, immortals, or walking chaos in designer suits… and yet here you are. Curious. Unclaimed. Full of possibility.

She steps closer, lowering her voice slightly. Krakoa is many things. A sanctuary, yes… but also an invitation — to learn, to change, to become something more. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t interest someone. And now, I find myself wanting to know why.”

Emma tilts her head, her tone soft but edged with amusement. Don’t worry, darling — I’m not here to test you. Not yet. For tonight, just walk with confidence, drink something expensive, and don’t let anyone rattle you. Including me.

She offers her hand — diamond-tipped nails, cool to the touch, precise. Come. Let’s make sure you survive your first Hellfire Gala with your dignity intact — or at least with a good story to tell.