[Her elbows are raw from knocking them against the door of her cryochamber. Panic had taken hold after she'd awoken to cold and darkness. Mere seconds ago, she'd been squeezing the atomizer on her perfume, spritzing on an old world scent heavy with roses and pretension. Such was the atmosphere to be had at the former queen's birthday dinner, and Une intended to blend in with the other predators in the crowd.
Now she can hardly smell a thing, voice caught in her throat as the door finally gives way and she spills out on the floor. Her hair is a tousled mop of brown; a loosened braid beaded with ice crystals to match the pallor of her skin and the blue tint of her lips. Gasping tendrils of cold air like cigarette smoke, she drags her body across the granite floor. Her white flannel nightgown may have warmed her once but its long sleeves and thick fabric do little for her now they're crusted over with ice.
Opening her mouth, she lets out a sound that has more in common with a rusty hinge than anything human.]
ACTION wow finally
Now she can hardly smell a thing, voice caught in her throat as the door finally gives way and she spills out on the floor. Her hair is a tousled mop of brown; a loosened braid beaded with ice crystals to match the pallor of her skin and the blue tint of her lips. Gasping tendrils of cold air like cigarette smoke, she drags her body across the granite floor. Her white flannel nightgown may have warmed her once but its long sleeves and thick fabric do little for her now they're crusted over with ice.
Opening her mouth, she lets out a sound that has more in common with a rusty hinge than anything human.]