glacialiscalor-deactivated20140 ;   "Well, that was unexpected."

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         _{Cold was impossible for her to feel.}

                                             _{Then again, what else could be expected?}

                           _{She had been created from ice.}

         _{A creation with no heart, made out of ice but animated from the powers of her creator, given an appearance and features that made her appear human, but she knew the truth. That she was not human, that she was nothing like a human, that there was nothing about her that was human. No heart to pump blood, no blood that ran through her veins, no expressions for her to feel and understand, not so soon after her creation.}

         _{Little more than nothing, a nobody, never to be seen by other humans, never to be truly understood. That did not occur to her though, to be understood, instead the only thoughts that ran through her head so much of the time was if her Lady was feeling okay, if Marshmallow (the ice giant, who let her touch him) was alright out in the snow, and her name given to her by her creator.}

                                    _{Naminé. Born from the wave.}

                  _{Sweetly ironic.}

         _{That did not bother her though. Nor did the fact that they lived in a castle made of ice, isolated from the rest of society, society that had been snowed over at a constant rate. Sometimes the blonde would stand at the door of the magnificent castle erected by her Lady and stare down at the kingdom that seemed so far away, so small in the distance, and it seemed as insignificant as she was. They, the people, were so far away from them, and there was nothing to worry about, no concerns to be had, except to keep her creator company.}

         _{Sometimes her Lady—Elsa, she sometimes insisted upon—did not want company however, and Naminé busied herself with other things to take up her time. Drifting among the few rooms that they had, making snow angels next to Marshmallow, drawing things in the snow that she struggled to truly understand. In the end though, she would return to her creator and sit beside her and be silent, and never feel the cold seeping through the clothes that she had been given, no cold biting at her skin.}

                                                      _{Inside she was already cold, through and through.}

         _{It did not ever truly occur to her that she was made out something that was never meant to be animated and made into a living, breathing thing, until the day that she had fallen on her way up the steps. Not an innately odd thing, though she was not clumsy, but Naminé had fallen in such a way that it snapped her wrist, yet she felt no pain despite the cracking sound.}

         _{Under her solemn watch, she witnessed her hand turning more and more blue, until it fell off of her arm and hit the steps of ice with a dull thud, and still she felt no pain. Instead she stared uncomprehending at the way her arm simply ended, jagged and rough, and it only transpired to her that she would need to do something about this imperfection minutes later, when she had been sitting in the sun just long enough to feel something slipping down her neck.}

         _{Making her way to her Lady she walked into the room after knocking gently with the hand that she had left, and she entered the room silently. When she opened her mouth, no honorific came out, nothing that lifted her creator above her, but instead it was her name.}

                                                               _”Elsa?”

         _{Holding up the jagged end of her arm—an arm that was definitely beginning to turn more blue, and distantly Naminé wondered if her entire arm would fall off it not tended to properly—and the woman seemed to understand immediately. It only took a wave of her hand to replace the hand that had fallen off, and the flaxen blonde glanced at her new hand fleetingly, flexing it.}

_{”Well, that was unexpected.“}

                                    _{Nodding slowly, Naminé let her hand fall back to her side and smiled vaguely at Elsa, shrugging her shoulders minutely. It seemed like such a small, insignificant thing… yet her Lady seemed to be expressing some concern. For her? Even though she was but a creation, nothing of any importance?}

                                             _{”It’s alright, now.”}