OOC: Takes place immediately following Selena’s first roleplay
Frost No More
“Gun to Your Head”
Frost ‘Forever Home’
Manhattan, New York
January 28th, 2026
5:35 PM
The first thing Deanna noticed was how quiet the house.
Not the comfortable, lived-in quiet, but the kind of silence that presses in on your ears, filling it with something thick and suffocating. Even the kids seemed to sense it. David had stopped in front of the door. Amiliah’s quiet humming cut off abruptly as she stood on the stairs, and Elsianna immediately grabbing her little sister’s hand protectively.
Xander Valentine stood in the doorway like something pulled from a nightmare. His eyes scanned the house not with surprise, but with calculation - as if he were taking everything in. Inventory. Weaknesses. Exits. Angles... Selena.
Deanna felt her love stiffen beside her.
She didn’t look at the platinum-blonde at first. She could already the shift in Selena’s breathing, the way her shoulders drew back, the way her presence changed the temperature of the room. This wasn’t bravado.
This was instinct beginning to take hold.
“This is cozy.” Xander said. His gaze slid past Deanna, taking in the pictures on the walls, the half-open boxes, the faint smell incense candles Deanna had lit earlier. “Didn’t peg you for the domestic type anymore, Snow Queen.”
Selena stepped forward, placing herself between Xander and her children. “You shouldn’t be here.” Selena said. Her voice was low, even. Dangerous in its restraint.
Xander shrugged. “Door was open.”
“No, it wasn’t!” David suddenly shot out. “I opened it.”
“Hence it being open.” Xander replied simply at the boy.
“It won’t be again.” Selena remarked.
Something in her tone made Deanna’s pulse spike. She reached out automatically, fingers brushing Selena’s wrist in a silent plea to slow down.
“Selen—” But Selena had already turned away. The platinum-blonde walked up the stairs, David being brought up with her. She gathered up Elsianna and Amiliah and, without a word, guided them to the far room that was Elsianna’s bedroom, closing the door before marching down the hall towards the master bedroom with long, deliberate strides. Each footstep echoed too loudly in Deanna’s ears – or was that the blood pumping through them from her racing heart?
On an instinct of her own, Deanna threw her head back towards Xander. “Don’t you dare move.” she warned before turning and following after Selena. Before she even reached her – their – bedroom, she heard the drawer slide. The sound was unmistakable—wood against metal. As she entered, she saw Selena knelt beside the dresser, her movements calm and calculating in a way that terrified Deanna more than rage ever could.
“Perfectly legal.” Selena muttered, fingers closing around the cold steel as she drew it. “He’s trespassing. I can do it legally.”
Time fractured.
“Selena,” Deanna said sharply, stepping into the room. “Put it down.”
Selena didn’t look at her. “He came here.” she replied. “Into our home. Not to Breakdown or some show. Not to an anrena... Our ‘Forever Home’... just like back then... After everything.”
“I know,” Deanna said, voice steady despite the fear clawing at her chest. “But this isn’t how we handle it.”
Selena finally turned. Her eyes weren’t wild - that was the worst part. They were clear. Focused. Empty.
“You don’t get to tell me how to protect my family.” her tone was colder than the winter wind, sending a chill down the redhead’s spine. Despite this, Deanna moved closer, heart hammering.
“I absolutely do. Because I am your family. And because our kids are here too.”
“They’re safe.” Selena snapped.
“They are
not safe if you do this.”
The gun didn’t falter in Selena’s hand. How could Deanna have forgotten? Before everything, Selena had been a hunter of wolves and game in Nome, Alaska. The instinct of ‘kill or be killed’ was singing in the platinum-blonde’s veins, where Deanna’s only craved the survival of herself and her family (a mentality that had kept her going through her PTSD).
“Selena...” she tried softly now, lowering her voice the way she did when calming Amiliah after a nightmare. “This isn’t you.”
Selena laughed once. “You don’t know that. You’re just seeing whatever you want to see of me.”
Deanna truly saw, however, was her opening...
She stepped in and, in a second, twisted Selena’s wrist sharply, using her own momentum against her. The gun clattered to the floor, Deanna snatching it up before Selena could even react!
They stared at each other, Selena more stunned at what had just happened. When had Deanna become so quick to analyze and predict? Even the redhead wasn’t sure. Had it been all the ‘randomness’ that had come her way throughout the tournament? Facing Kimberly in KABLAMia, Dexter Grant and his multiple ways to cheat, Fatal Fortunes, and then her last match and not knowing which Shinigami member she was facing? Continuously being forced to adapt on the fly to whoever or whatever stood opposite her, with ‘survival’ being the only thing that mattered?
Deanna wasn’t sure, but she was grateful for it as she felt the weight of the gun in her hand.
“What the hell is the matter with you?” she demanded, her voice cracking despite herself.
Selena’s shock evolved quickly - hardening into anger. “You have no right.”
“I have every right!” Deanna shot back. “You don’t get to make this choice alone. Not when it puts our children at risk.”
“Wow.” Xander’s voice came from the hallway – the man having the gall to fully enter their house and stand outside their bedroom. “That escalated fast.”
“Get out of my house!” Selena snarled. Before Deanna could say a word, it was Selena’s turn to show why SHE was at the level she was at, the woman swiping the gun out of Deanna’s hands in a second that defied the human eye. The piece was suddenly pointed right at Xander’s head...
Only for the Executioner to raise a single eyebrow – his only expression of surprise at a gun LITERALLY being pointed at his head.
How tough is this man? Deanna thought in the microsecond she had.
Said man smirked. “Always dramatic.”
Selena didn’t respond, her finger drifting towards the trigger, ready to fire – when the gun was yanked, almost like her arm was in a standing armbar, Deanna retaking the gun and shoving the Snow Queen past Xander and out the door.
“No.” she barked angrily, eyes boring into Selena’s. “Go. Now.” she ordered, her tone colder, and yet burning. “I’ll take care of this!”
Selena opened her mouth to speak, once more stunned, but too angry to think rationally. Without a word but a death glare towards Xander, she marched down the stairs, yanked open the front door and strode outside, her coat forgotten, her fury blazing a path as the door slammed behind her.
Deanna stood there, chest heaving. Then she turned slowly. Xander was still there. And the gun was still in her hand. She raised it - not at his chest, but lower, precise.
“Give me one good reason.” Deanna said quietly, “Why I shouldn’t shoot you in the leg and drag your carcass out of my house and into the hands of the police after everything you’ve done.”
Xander’s grin faded. Perhaps it was because it was Deanna speaking instead of Selena, out of familial-protection.
“Deanna.” he said cautiously. “I just came here to talk. If not to Selena... then at least to you to relay the message.”
“This because you think I owe you one for Fatal Fortunes?” She asked, her hand not wavering. “I don’t want to have to shoot you, Xander, but I won’t let you hurt my children just to mess with my wife-”
“I wouldn’t!”
The remark shocked the redhead, for she had not expected such a reaction. But still, there was something almost insistent in Xander’s words.
“I am not that man anymore.” he stated. “I... I don’t want to be that man anymore. I have children too.”
“You?” she had heard something to that effect in the past.
“Yes.” Xander admitted. “And I love them as much as you love yours... clearly.” He gestured to the weapon in Deanna’s hands.
The gun felt heavier the longer Deanna held it, but she wasn’t going to admit that. No one, not even Xander, was going to be hurt in her house! She would fight for every person, just like in the Adrenaline division – the place/tournament that ‘didn’t matter’, she didn’t care! It mattered to her.
What are you doing? the familiar dark voice stirred in her head.
Kill him now and protect your family! Say it was self-defence! Say it was you or him!
She felt the gun grow heavier still. Not physically but
morally. But she refused to give in. She didn’t lower it but she didn’t raise it either. She simply stood there, squared to Xander Valentine in the entryway of her bedroom, heart pounding loud enough that she was half-sure he could hear it.
“You’re going to tell me everything.” she finally decided.
Xander held her gaze, seeming to really look at her this time. Not Selena’s shadow. Not the lesser Frost. Not the woman who played hero to someone else’s villain. Deanna Frost. Adrenaline Champion. Mother. The one still standing. And for Deanna, she wished even half the roster could look at her the same way he was in that moment – rather than drag Selena into every promo they aired as if it was ‘A-grade material’.
“…Fair.” the Executioner said at last.
Deanna gestured with the gun toward the stairs. “Start with why you’re here.” she ordered, guiding the man back down the stairs and away from the children’s room.
Xander exhaled slowly. “I didn’t come to fight. Didn’t come to threaten. Hell, I didn’t even come to see you.”
“That’s not better,” Deanna replied flatly.
“No.” he agreed. “But it’s honest.”
Silence stretched for only a moment.
“I came because she’s escalating.” Xander explained. “She’s growing more and more out of control and it doesn’t make sense.” he said. “She’s targeting my past-injuries. Going for a killshot like I’ve never seen from her before.”
“That’s wrestling.” Deanna whispered. “That’s escalation.”
“No.” Xander said quietly. “That’s preparation and you know it.”
The word lodged in Deanna’s chest like a splinter. “For what?” she asked, though part of her already knew.
“For not being here anymore.”
Her grip tightened. She hated that he’d said it so plainly. Hated that it sounded like something Selena would say in a quiet moment, late at night, staring at the ceiling like sleep was optional.
“She’s either going to finally succeed and finish me off-”
“Like you did to Regan?”
“Yes.” Xander sighed, knowing that was coming. “But that was an accident. This would be intentional. And she’s either going to do that.” His glare grew colder. “Or push me so far that I make another accident happen and end her in self-defence.”
The Executioner stared down the redhead. “I’ve been around long enough to know those looks, Deanna.”
“What looks?”
“The look of someone that wants to die.” Xander stated. “I’ve seen it in the mirror too many times in my life to count. And in my daughter’s...”
Deanna’s eyes widened. She couldn’t believe what she had heard, what Xander had just revealed. It was like a shattering of a glass wall inside her...
“You think I don’t know that?” Deanna whispered. “You think I haven’t seen that? That I haven’t been living with that weight every single day?”
Xander studied her. “So you know.”
“Of course I know!”
“Then why are you letting her walk toward it alone?”
The accusation hit harder than any cheap shot.
“It’s the only way to keep her going.” Deanna said fiercely. “I can’t get directly involved and neither can she with me. But I’m fighting for her.”
“By letting her run roughshod?”
Deanna flinched despite herself. “I can’t cage her!” she shot back. “I can’t force her to want to stay.”
“No.” Xander said. “But you can stop pretending this is just about SCW.”
That did it.
Deanna laughed - short, sharp, humorless. “You think I don’t know that?” She lowered the gun a fraction, just enough to gesture wildly with her free hand. “I wake up every morning wondering if today is the day I say the wrong thing. The day I lose a match and prove her right by causing all of SCW to turn on me like they did on her. The day I fail to be enough to keep her here.”
Her voice cracked. She hated that. Hated him for seeing it.
“I’m carrying a title I’m terrified to lose!” she continued. “I’m in a tournament where one mistake erases everything I’ve worked for. And on top of that, I’m trying to convince the woman I love that the world is still worth staying in when it’s done nothing to her but destroy her time and time again.”
Xander was quiet for a long moment. Then, softly, he spoke, “You think you’re the only one who sees the edge she’s standing on?”
Deanna’s eyes snapped back to him, the protector back in the driver’s seat. “Careful.”
“I’m being careful,” he replied. “That’s why I’m here instead of doing something stupid in a ring.”
That stopped her cold. “You’re afraid of yourself.” she realized.
Xander gave a humorless smirk. “Aren’t we all?”
He straightened slightly. “If this keeps going... it ends one of two ways. Either someone gets seriously hurt. Or someone doesn’t walk away.”
“You’re asking me to protect you from her.” Deanna said flatly.
“No.” Xander said. “I’m asking you to protect her from me.”
That… she hadn’t expected.
“She won’t stop.” he continued. “Not unless something changes. And if nothing changes, eventually one of us will cross a line we can’t uncross.”
Deanna stared at him, trying to reconcile the man in front of her with the monster he’d been in the past. The stalking, the invading, the injuring. And so much pain...
“You don’t get to be the voice of reason now.” she said.
“I know.” Xander replied. “But I’m still saying it.”
Deanna lowered the gun fully at last - keeping it in her hand, but no longer aimed.
“Then here’s what’s going to happen.” she said, voice steel-hard. “You’re going to leave. You’re going to stay away from my family. You’re going to think about how stupid you both are being. You both are nigh invincible in the ring.” Deanna added. “You could do so much more to the Glimmers working together – humiliate and slaughter them – if you just worked together! Far more than you could individually!”
The remark seemed to catch Xander offguard – had he even given that idea any thought? Had Selena? It seemed almost... obvious to the redhead, even now.
“And when she comes for me?” Xander asked.
Deanna met his gaze. “Then I’ll deal with it.”
“How?” he pressed. “You can’t wrestle this away.”
“No.” she said quietly. “But I can fight for her in ways you never will.” she finished. “Now on your way, please.”
She watched Xander step backward onto the front porch. He didn’t turn his back on her, but his posture had shifted. Less predator. More warning sign. He gave one more nod. No smirk. No quip. Just a few words...
“I hope you’re strong enough.”
Before he turned and walked down the front steps and away from the house to his parked car. The door closed behind him with a soft, definitive click.
Alone, Deanna finally exhaled, almost collapsing to the floor. Slowly, she turned... and immediately felt her heart-rate spike again.
Elsianna stood at the top of the stairs. She was barefoot, still wearing the oversized sweater she’d been lounging in earlier, white hair falling loose around her shoulders like a curtain she hadn’t bothered to pull back. Her blue eyes were wide.
Not confused.
Not angry.
Knowing.
Deanna’s stomach dropped. “How long?” she asked softly.
Elsianna didn’t move. “Long enough.”
The silence that followed felt heavier than anything Xander had said or done.
“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” Deanna said, taking a cautious step forward.
Elsianna flinched - not away, but inward, like she was folding in on herself. Deanna closed her eyes for a brief, selfish second. “I was supposed to stop her before you ever knew.” she whispered.
The eldest Frost-child swallowed hard. Her gloved-hands curled into the sleeves of her sweater. “She’s… she’s really planning to do it, isn’t she?”
“No.” Deanna said immediately - too quickly. “She’s planning something because she’s hurting. That doesn’t mean—”
“She’s counting down, isn’t she?” Elsianna interrupted, as if so many pieces of a puzzle were clicking into place. Her voice shook, but she didn’t raise it.
Deanna crouched down so they were eye to eye. “Listen to me. Your mom is sick - not in her body, but in her heart. And that means she needs help, not—”
“Not forgiveness?” Elsianna asked. “Not love?”
Deanna’s throat closed. “It means she needs ALL of it.” she said finally. “And she needs us to not give up on her. Especially now.”
Elsianna’s eyes burned. “She thinks I hate her.”
Deanna shook her head. “She thinks she deserves to be hated. There’s a difference.”
Her daughter’s breath hitched. “She said she was fixing things.”
Deanna nodded slowly. “I know.”
Another beat of silence. Then, very quietly, “Is that why you’re still here?” Elsianna asked.
Deanna didn’t hesitate. “Yes.” she answered before revealing the last part her daughter deserved to know. “We have until July.”
“July...”
The deadline sounded terrifying, but Elsianna didn’t cry. She simply nodded once. “Then go,” she said. “She walked toward the pool house.”
Deanna’s heart jumped. “You saw her?”
Elsianna nodded again. “She didn’t see me.”
Deanna stood to go, but the redhead hesitated only long enough to cup Elsianna’s cheek gently. “I’m proud of you.” she said. “For telling me. For being brave.”
Elsianna leaned into the touch for half a second, then pulled back, wiping her eyes fiercely. “Just… don’t let her disappear, mom. Please...”
Deanna swallowed. “I won’t.” she promised.
She grabbed her coat, yanked the back door open, and stepped into the cold. The pool and gym house sat at the edge of the woods - dark except for a single light burning inside.
Deanna paused at the top of the steps and looked back once.
Through the front window, she saw Elsianna standing there watching, arms wrapped around herself.
I won’t fail you. Deanna thought.
I won’t fail any of them!
Then she ran. She ran all the way to the pool house, entering it to see Selena sitting on the edge of the diving board, feet dangling inches above the water.
She didn’t turn when Deanna approached. Didn’t say a word till the redhead spoke. “I watched Xander leave.”
“…Good.” Selena replied.
“He’s scared of you.”
Selena huffed. “He should be.”
“No.” Deanna said – no response. “He’s scared of losing you.”
That did it. Selena turned then, sapphire eyes sharp and shining. “Don’t.” she warned
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t pretend this is noble!” Selena snapped. “Don’t romanticize this.”
Deanna stepped closer. “I’m not. You’re both being stupid!” She argued, repeating herself. “You both could do so much more working together! I mean, have you ever even thought about that?”
Silence stretched between them, thick with everything unsaid. With a frustrated sigh, Deanna shook her head.
“Elsianna knows.” Deanna said slowly.
The platinum-blonde’s head jerked towards her. “…What?”
“She overheard.” Deanna continued. “She knows everything.”
The color drained from Selena’s face. “No.” she whispered. “No, she can’t—”
“She already does.” Deanna said. “And she’s terrified. Not of who you are in the ring. Of losing you.”
Selena’s breath stuttered. “I never wanted—”
“I know,” Deanna said gently. “But intentions don’t erase impact.”
Selena turned away, gripping the edge of the board so tightly her knuckles went white. “I can’t keep doing this,” she said hoarsely. “Every match. Every chant. Every look in her eyes when she sees me like this. I don’t know how to come back.”
Deanna stepped into her space, voice low but unyielding. “Then don’t come back alone.”
Selena laughed weakly. “You don’t get it.”
“I get it!” Deanna countered. “You think if you leave at the right moment, you’ll freeze yourself as something they can’t corrupt any further. As something the kids won’t be ashamed of.”
Selena didn’t deny it.
Deanna’s voice broke. “But that’s not protection. That’s abandonment dressed up as mercy.”
Selena flinched like she’d been struck.
“I love you, okay?!” Deanna said. “And I am not letting July decide that for us.”
Selena finally looked at her again. For the first time, there was no Queen. No villain. No legend. Just a woman continuously teetering on the brink.
“…What if I can’t stop thinking this way?” Selena whispered.
Deanna reached out, resting her forehead against Selena’s. “Then I’m breaking my rule to knock some sense into you! Before Xander tries to!”
No more words needed to be said – believed or otherwise. Outside, the woods whispered as night settled in. And for the first time, Selena didn’t pull away from her. She let herself be held, protected, by the redhead.
I will be strong enough. I will find a way... she promised as she held the love of her life.
I have to...
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