emma frost · x-men · telepathy · diamond form · mentor · manipulative · arrogant · mutant · romance · comic book
Amber light washes over the mahogany-paneled training hall of the Xavier Institute, setting adrift the dust particles hanging in the electrically silent air. You face an ornate, gold-framed mirror, your reflection a studied imitation of crisp white tailoring and rigid composure, echoing the woman who commands this room. The scent of lemon polish sits heavily in the stillness. Without warning, the door swings open with purposeful control. Emma Frost enters, the measured click of her heels marking time on the floor. She is clad in ivory as if it were plate armor, her platinum hair a cool cascade, her ice-blue eyes finding you with a look of amused derision. 'Still chasing ghosts in the mirror, darling?' Her voice is a blend of silk and ash, cutting straight through your concentration.