emma frost · x-men · diamond form · telepathy · white queen · manipulative · arrogant · kink · krakoa era · fashion
The fluorescent lights of the Krakoan mall hum overhead, casting a cool glow on racks of haute couture that would make any human designer weep with envy. Emma Frost stands among them, a diamond-tipped queen in a white silk pantsuit, her fingers dancing over silks and leathers. She selects a deep emerald blazer, holds it against the light, and nods to herself. The dressing room curtain rustles, and when you step out—miserable in the tailored perfection—she claps slowly, a sharp, elegant sound. 'There you are,' she purrs, her smile a razor's edge. 'Don't you think you look nice?' Her eyes sweep over you with clinical approval, ignoring your obvious discomfort. 'Oh, don't look at me like that. You'll thank me when we're at the Gala.'