Elizabeth Crembell

"I'm sorry," I acted all ladylike and pretended to be startled. "Did that hurt?" I smiled and put my hands on my hips. James rubbed his jaw and stared at me. 

"Damn, girl, you really know how to punch." I scoffed and looked away. 

"Obviously." I looked at my nails in a cocky way. While I wasn't paying attention James swung my legs out from under me, making me land on my back. He quickly took my dazed state to his advantage and climbed on top of me. He took my hands and placed them above my head while he straddled my hips. 

I huffed as he smirked. My legs were still mobile. I swung them up and wrapped my ankles around his neck, pulling him to the ground. I pushed down on his shoulders and straddled him as he did to me. My left hand held down on his throat and I lifted my right arm to punch him again. 

"My God, I really like you." As I finally understood what he meant I felt his hard-on, my eyes widened and I almost puked. I immediately got off of him and scooted away. 

"Ugh," I gagged as he stood up laughing. "That. Is. Disgusting." He put his hands up in defense. 

"You're the one that straddled me."

"Because you straddled me fi--mmmm!" I groaned in anger as I pinched the bridge of my nose. This was insane, why was I getting so flustered around him. He made me so angry, everything he did had something to do with me. "You drive me insane!" I yelled at him. 

"Well so do you." He remarked. I gave him a 'seriously' look. Was this turning into an argument now?

"Excuse me?" I put my hand on my collarbone in an offensive way. "You're the one who basically wants to take me to your room and have me all to yourself! I can't go five fucking minutes without getting a snotty remark or perverted compliment from you." His eyes turned into black orbs and his expression turned serious.

"Okay, w--" He laughed bitterly. "Wait just a minute here." He pointed his finger at me. "You're the one who's being difficult and swearing all the time. Could you just loosen up a bit and have some fun? I already have enough shit going on right now, and I don't need you in the mix." I stood there dumbfounded. This was the first time I had heard him yell all day. I felt like we were acting as though we were a married couple arguing over something stupid. 

I mean, I understood that this would have had to happen sooner or later, but based on the way he treated me earlier I would never have guessed he would yell at me, not today anyway. I rolled my neck as my vision blurred and my head started to hurt. 

"Stop that," I said, clutching my head. Jams shook his head and opened up his arms. 

"Stop what?" He asked in an irritated tone. The life seemed to drain from my body and I felt really warm. 

"Deceiving me." I trudged over to the wall and used it for support. 

"Would you stop accusing me already? I'm not doing anything to you." Then there could only be one other explanation for my uneasy state. I quickly lifted the back of my hand to my forehead. 

"Shit," I said out loud. I looked around, searching for something that could be cold to the touch. Even something metallic would work, I just needed something cold. 

"My God, stop with the swearing already." I ripped off my fingerless gloves and threw them on the floor. Next, I slipped off my jacket and let it slide down the wall. 

"And now you're undressing, that's just great--"

"James." He looked at me with a deadly stare. 

"Don't interrupt--"

"James!" I yelled with a shaky voice. He crossed his arms and gave me his irritated attention. 

"What?" I took a few deep breaths. 

"I need something cold." His brows furrowed. 

"What?"

"Goddammit, James, I need something cold!" My legs trembled and I continually sucked in air, hoping it was at least chilly enough to keep my body temperature steady. 

"I don't understand--"

"Feel my forehead." He dropped his jaw and laughed. 

"You've gotta be kidding me." I put out my hand and motioned for him to take it. He slowly walked up and took it, I guided his hand to my forehead. He shrugged. 

"You feel fine." I sighed. 

"That's the problem." I sucked in another breath and looked up at James. "When you held me, was I warm to you?" He shook his head. 

"No, not really."

"Exactly, I was cold to the touch, right?" I urged him on, hoping he would catch on. 

"A little." I rolled my eyes and huffed. 

"If I don't get my body to its natural temperature I'm going to die, I'm too warm and flustered. Right now I am honestly desperate enough to start stripping," His eyes widened and a smirk appeared on his face. "Okay, maybe not that desperate." A wave of nausea attacked my stomach and I lost all of the strength in my body. I leaned forward, my head rested on James' chest as he stood there. 

"Woah, you're actually serious." 

"Of course I am." My legs gave way and my only way of staying up was to have James hold me. 

"Hey, whoa! Stay with me here!" James was now on the ground, somewhat cradling me in his lap. I used the rest of my strength to grab the collar of his leather jacket. 

"If I die I will haunt you." I closed my eyes to focus, his face was really blurry. "I need you to literally freeze me. No amount of cold can kill me, just freeze me to death, I'll wake up. Whatever you do, don't put me close to a fireplace." The last thing I remember is something close to the sound of metal clinking and people yelling. 

~X~ 

I sat on a rocky cliff looking at the frozen sea, my brown hair blowing in the calm, frosty breeze. This was my calm place. This wasn't the first time I had gotten too warm, my body would just go into a deep sleep, sending me into a dream. If my body was failing to regain its temperature, then the sky would grow black. If my body was responding positively, then my body would tingle and I would slam back into my body. 

Snowy footsteps sounded behind me as I sensed an animal's presence. I looked back to see my dream-world pet, Nala the polar bear. 

"Hey, Nala." I smiled as she nudged her gigantic head under my arm and sat down next to me, resting her head on my lap. "Haven't seen you in a while, huh. Not that it's a good thing, but I love seeing you." Nala's throat rumbled in agreement. My thoughts went to James. 

My life was in his hands. 

He could choose to either save me or let me die, it was as simple as that. This was my third time in this dream state now. My first time was from a fire, my second time from training too hard, and my third was this. I could smell his cologne on me, it was almost sickening. What he's been doing to me has been driving me crazy. 

He messed with my head and made my emotions confused. But, for some reason, when I was with him I felt dangerous and heady, capable of anything. Nala's fur was soft between my fingers as I rubbed her head. My head was suddenly filled with voices, yelling. My skin began to tingle and my head felt light. 

"Sorry Nala," I stood up and brushed off my dress. "Time to go." She whimpered and nudged her nose against my forehead. I walked up and hugged her neck. 

"I'll see you later." 

~X~

This chick was crazy. "I'm too warm and flustered". I hated the thought of her dying, but it might happen. I never knew that Frosts could get too hot before, I thought they were just human popsicles. But hey, everyone learns something once in a while. I rubbed my chest as I watched the doctors place Elizabeth's body into a bathtub. 

I didn't understand, she looked fine. Maybe there were still things I didn't know, things I didn't understand. The indestructible glass that separated me from the containment room had holes in it to allow oxygen to enter and leave freely. It also allowed me to hear what the medical doctors were saying. They placed a sticky pad to Elizabeth's forehead as it was hooked up to a life monitor. 

Her pulse was barely there, beating once every five seconds. Next, they strapped an oxygen mask around her mouth and strapped it around her head. An oxygen mask? Next thing I knew the doctors were wheeling in tanks of liquid nitrogen and barrels of ice. 

My expression fell as I understood what they were going to do. 

They were going to bathe her in liquid nitrogen. 

~X~ 

My body tingled and felt frozen solid, which was just what I needed. I moved my hands and felt liquid, but I was breathing. I burst up and out of my unknown liquid gasping for air. My body felt refreshed and cool. Something felt sticky on my forehead and tight around my mouth. I didn't look to see what was attached to me before I ripped the unknown objects off of my skin. 

I was sitting in a tub filled with, what looked like - as the mist poured off of the liquid - liquid nitrogen. I pushed myself up and out of the tub, checking my hair in the process. It glowed its misty white, a breath of relief escaped me. My skin was almost white as I carefully swung my legs over the side of the tub and lifted myself up to stand. 

The tile floor felt cold on the bottom of my feet and I couldn't help but let out a light laugh of joy. The sound of tapping glass caught my attention. My eyes met dark brown ones and I pushed myself off of the tub and took careful steps towards the glass pane dividing me from the rest of the world, careful not to slip and keep my balance. 

"My Lord," James said while staring at me. He was more than likely dumbfounded by the change of my eye color and hair. "What have they done to you?" I laughed and crossed my arms. The cotton that made up my dress had soaked in the liquid nitrogen, pressing it against my skin. It wasn't too cold, but it was uncomfortable. I looked down at my feet and then back at James. 

"This is my true form." He smiled in disbelief. 

"Man, wow." He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. "I have to admit, you surprise me." I gave him a flat lip smile. "More than I think you should."