Caitlin Snow (![]() ![]() @ 2017-04-26 00:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! enterprise, ^ log, caitlin snow | the flash |
Who: Killer Frost Caitlin Snow
When: 226404.25-26
Where: Her room
What: The worst kind of nightmare
Rating/Warnings: PG-13ish - trigger warning for nightmarish murdering
Status: Closed
Cold. She was always cold. Even as spring warmed the rest of the world around her, Killer Frost still found herself frigid. And she liked it. How had she lived without this?
Caitlin, she realized, was weak. A person who lived in fear. Someone intent to hold herself back, not unlocking her true potential. Such a waste of a person.
Frost looked down at her hands. They were pale, but not pasty, a light blue tint to the white. Her nails were healthier than they’d ever been, slender and shaped like tiny claws. She spread out her palm and pointed it upward, calling the cold and the wind up into her hand. A crisp breeze built up around her, a cold tingling sensation running the length of her arm. She combined the wind and her cold magic in her palm, forming a single snowflake three inches in diameter. It hovered above her open hand, its crystal catching sunlight and reflecting purples and blues off her leather jacket.
Mesmerized by it, she reached out to pinch it between her two fingers. Most of her life, touching ice would have started immediate melting. Now, though, her touch frosted over the ice, turning the clear reflective snowflake into an opaque white star.
Frost turned her hand in and took aim across the room at her blown up picture of Team Flash. With perfect aim, she stabbed Caitlin Snow in the heart. She grinned, conjuring another overgrown snowflake and took aim again, this time at Barry’s head.
She alternated between snowflakes and icicles pummeling the team’s heads, hearts, and guts until she got her anger out. By the time she was done, very little of the picture remained, obscured by the ice.
Satisfied with the pain she had caused the photographic representation of her friends, she realized the image was dripping red. Frowning, Frost approached the wall and the image, but as she approached it, the wall dissolved. There stood her friends, impaled and stabbed with her various ice creations.
Frost knew she was supposed to feel remorse. But she didn’t.
One by one they fell at her feet, eyes glassy and staring eternally. She made no move to close them.
Barry stood in front of her, “fighting the good fight” as always. His frown oozed with sadness and regret, and he shook his head at her. “Caitlin, you didn’t want this. Please, you can fight this.” Using his final breaths to beg her to give up her powers. It was just so Barry.
“Oh Barry,” Frost said, a smirk on her blue lips, snow circling around her fingers. “That’s just it. I’m tired of hiding who I really am. I’m tired of not embracing my true self. I don’t want to fight anymore.” She blasted him backwards, and the Scarlet Speedster fell to the floor, lifeless and covered in frost.
Frost turned to leave, but she found Caitlin in her path. She tried to move around her, but she wouldn’t budge. She was also lacking in snowflake and icicle wounds like the rest of them, and that was disappointing. “Listen,” Caitlin started. “I know you. I know exactly what you’re feeling, but you can’t give in to this. There is still time to turn this around. Please, Frost, listen to me.”
Poor Caitlin. Always the follower, never the leader. Following what Barry thought was best rather than listening to herself.
And for that lapse in judgment, Caitlin Snow got a thick icicle straight through her heart.
Her alterego crumpled to the floor, and Frost dug a heel into Caitlin’s power-controlling necklace, shattering its power conductor into thousands of slivered pieces.