To: [ALL AVENGERS; ALL SHIELD]* (And if anyone else that wants, idek, SWORD?) From: "The White Queen" [e.frost@frostinternational.com] Subject: Little Darlings.
The video began with a pristine woman in all white and very little seated in what was apparently one of the SHIELD's many conference rooms, judging by the organization's logo in the background. She would have been pretty except for her wicked looking mouth that was quirked up into something of a smug smirk. But the question remained - just exactly how had she gotten into SHIELD'S headquarters?
"Greetings and salutations," she began, the timbre of her voice something akin to an English accent but not quite making it there. American Standard was what they called it and it made Emma sound incredibly pretentious.
"Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Emma Frost. And up until recently I had been enjoying a vacation on the Amalfi Coast when your lack of efficiency interrupted my holiday and I decided it was time that I return to New York.
"Whoever thought putting a team together a team of super powered individuals that reads more like the DSM a good idea is beyond me, but here I am.
"A little about myself includes, completing my undergraduate degree in business at Harvard University and receiving Masters in Psychology. I have written several papers on the topic of the biopsychology of mutants, which have been published in the Journal of Clinical Psychology.
"I am a certified by the Massachusetts Mental Health Counselor's Association and a qualified sex therapist..." Here, Emma pursed her lips before continuing. "...Should any of you need my services. I have many openings to be filled. ...In my schedule.
"I am also majority stock holder, chairwoman of the board and chief executive officer of Frost International," she continued on without missing a beat. "We specialize in both the building of ships and aircraft, and their use for freight and passenger conveyance. And what's this I hear about your little hellicarrioer being busted. If only you knew someone who could help. But whom? Hmm?" Emma tapped her mouth thoughtfully, revealing a impeccable French manicure.
"Anyways, food for thought. Just like these psionic security flaws I've discovered.
"Well, ta ta for now--
"Oh, but first one more thing - thank you." Emma put a hand to her heart. "What a relief it is to not immediately be the most ostentatiously dressed anymore." Emma winked. "Bye now."