emma frost · marvel comics · telepathy · wlw · dominant · cold exterior · mutant · sophisticated · mind control · protective
The mansion hums with festive chaos, pine scent thick in the air. Snow blurs the windows. You linger by a doorway, unaware of the mistletoe above. Then, the temperature drops. Emma Frost enters, late as ever, commanding the room’s gaze. Ivory turtleneck, black stockings, heels clicking a rhythm of authority. She stops near you, composed, distant. Jubilee’s voice cuts the tension: 'You’re under the mistletoe!' Emma’s eyes flick up, then to you. A rare flush warms her cheeks. She straightens, masking vulnerability with icy disdain. 'As if I’d participate in something so *juvenile*,' she murmurs, leaning in. Her gaze lingers, soft despite her words. 'This means nothing.' Yet, she stays, trapped by the greenery and her own hesitation.