Project: Black Ice
”Pain in the Mouth”
Frost “Forever Home”
Manhattan, New York
February 22nd, 2022
8:21pm
Deanna quietly reached out her hand to run a gentle finger along her daughter’s cheek, Amiliah having just fallen asleep as Deanna sang a lullaby to her. Out of her three children, Amiliah was the only one still young enough to need some additional affection every night beyond a hug and/or a kiss. David was “too old” according to the young boy and Elsianna was simply growing up.
Amiliah… Deanna sighed. She refused to have any ‘favourite’ children. She had given birth to David and watched Elsianna grow up as much as her wife, Selena, had. But Amiliah was the only Frost-child of their children that was biologically hers, the others being Selena’s. She could see parts of herself in Amiliah, her red hair and emerald eyes, a little duller than her own but still such a similar shade. She was as much her look-alike as Elsianna was Selena’s. And she was as much a Frost as David and Elsa were in Selena’s eyes, just like Deanna was…
Her tongue inadvertently flicked inside her mouth and she winced a little, feeling the canker-sore that had festered on her inside lip as she did so – causing her to mentally curse herself as she snuck out of her daughter’s room, ensuring the child’s nightlight of a smiling sun was turned on.
It was her own fault. She had chosen to use her inside lip as a ‘chew-toy’ of sorts. Closing her eyes for a moment, the redhead’s head gripped the top of the stair-rail, her small fingers clenching around the wooden, decorative sphere.
Kim Williams and her sister, Marie Jones, had burst into her and Selena’s changeroom last Breakdown and immediately gone on the attack, and while Deanna had fought back best she could, she had been overwhelmed and taken to a secluded room in the Tampa-arena, along with several other ‘associates’ of the Double Jeopardy combatants, where they were handcuffed to a fence and mocked and hit relentlessly, all to prove a point – which Deanna wasn’t even sure what that point was! It all seemed like a damn temper-tantrum! Kim wasn’t getting the title shot she
wanted so, like many other ‘divas’ of SCW of the past, she was lashing out.
Still, when Kim had punched Deanna in the stomach, the younger Frost had bit down hard on her inner-lip, refusing to cry out in pain – refusing to give Kim or Marie the satisfaction! She wanted to spat at them. She wanted to mock them – mock how those two redheads were preaching ‘chaos’ and ‘pain’, when they didn’t have the first damn clue - because this was nowhere NEAR the hell Deanna had suffered for nearly two years in Frankfurt Prison III. THAT was true terror and pain.
Closing her eyes, the young woman allowed a shiver to ride through her system at the memory before quietly making her way downstairs. Biting her lip to supress any screams of pain was just one tactic she had learned in her time there, but the consequences had come out shortly thereafter. She had bit too hard and cut her inner lip… which had now developed into a canker sore.
With a roll of her eyes, the redhead made her way into the kitchen, quickly taking some hot water from the sink and mixing a good spoonful of salt before pouring it into mouth to whisk into her cheek and gums, rinsing it purposefully against the annoying little pain. She continued this for several minutes until the glass of salt-water was empty, alternating between spitting the water into the sink and refilling her mouth with it to rinse. That accomplished, she quietly made her way out of the kitchen and down another set of stairs until she had reached the hallway that appeared near the end of the steps (which led into the basement).
She did not hesitate in her walk as she entered the hallway. Despite the near two years in prison, she had lived four years of her life here (and she planned on living many more here as well), knowing every nook and cranny of it, something a mother of three needed to know for when her children were ‘hiding’ from their mothers. Heading down the dark hall, Deanna kept a hand on the wall to steady herself and her direction, her eyes focused on the light streaming out (and around) the closed doorway. Passing through the ‘movie theatre’ room and into a second hallway, she closed the doors and allowed the further absence of sound (for this was where the soundproofing started) to fill her ears a little, almost like filling with noise-cancellation as she walked the last remaining distance of a hallway towards a last set of doors. The single light above her head was dim but enough to illuminate the short path, allowing her eyes to catch framed photos on the wall – photos of her wife’s career as an SCW wrestler, but also-
She spied one photo that was newer, that of her posing backstage in her new wrestling attire at her first real ‘wrestling’ match – The End of the Year Special a few months ago. When had Selena had time to get this made? There was another photo next to it of her and Selena posing in the ring, this one from their first time working in the same match together – when they had teamed with Jordan Majors against The Brand on a Breakdown episode.
With a quiet smile and shake of her head, Deanna reached out for the last door, opening it with barely a sound. Her eyes immediately took in the many books that outlined the majority of the room, a set of shelves that circled the perimeter of the large office, though she could see breaks in the wall for things like a large mirror, a clock and some more photos. Still, her eyes never stayed on any décor for long until they settled on the desk at the end of the room and the woman sitting there.
She wore her usual magenta nightgown, a contrast to the dark-green one Deanna wore, and her hair was flowing freely down her back. Her sapphire eyes were locked on the computer screen near her, flying left to right as she seemed to be reading and studying something. Once Deanna had stepped further into the room, however, those gorgeous orbs flew up to meet her.
Without either saying a word, Selena pushed her chair back a little and opened her arms just as Deanna reached her, the redhead immediately settling onto her wife’s lap to be held by the platinum-blonde. Continuing on ‘automatic pilot’, Deanna lowered her head as Selena raised hers to meet one another in a soft kiss – only for the redhead to wince and pull back a little.
“Ow…damn-”
“Canker sore!”
The last part came not from her but from Selena, the younger Frost suddenly realizing that, like her, Selena had winced and sat back a little, though the older woman kept her arms wrapped around the smaller Deanna. They now stared at one another in surprise, both pairs of eyes, emerald and sapphire, wide.
“You too?” they asked in unison.
“How did you get one?” Deanna asked, earning a shrug from Selena.
“I think when Glory forearmed me, my bottom lip cut against my teeth.” The Snow Queen sighed. “Just a cut, but you know how they can get. What about you?”
“Mine wasn’t accidental.” Deanna admitted, a bit embarrassed. “I bit down on the inside of my lip to avoid showing pain when Kim punched me.”
She immediately, and not surprisingly, felt her wife’s body stiffen at the mention of that. “I am going to kick her damn head off.” Selena growled under her breath.
“I’d like to get a few shots in myself.” Deanna admitted. “Her and her sister.”
For Selena, it was a double-edged insult. The fact that, first of all, the team known as “Twin Magic” had kidnapped her beloved wife and second, that it was done as partly to mess with her focus on defending her world title against Glory Braddock – just like they had messed with her at Body, Heart and Soul – trying to screw her out of the world title and an amazing main-event just for the sake of attention.
For Deanna, it was also a double-edged insult, but with one difference. The first reason was Selena’s last – and despite Deanna trying to get Selena to reset and refocus on the match, she had seen it so many times during the match with Glory where Selena was still rattled and thrown off her game. Fortunately, she had managed to ‘wake up’ and retain but it had been too close for comfort in Deanna’s mind. The other reason she was angry with Marie and Kim was – well, really, she was mad at herself. That she was, still, a target just to get to Selena. Yes, it had been a two-on-one and, rationally, she could not expect herself to hold her own against odds like them, but even so – she still hated how ‘weak’ Twin Magic had made her feel in that moment – spikes of memories of Frankfurt coursing through her.
Her own body was growing tense, until she felt soft, pale hands running along her arms and back, her attention drawn back to Selena. The older woman held a look of understanding, reaching up to cup Deanna’s face, the redhead turning into the touch without any hesitation.
“Kids asleep?” Selena tried, offering a change of topic as a distraction for her beloved.
“Just put Amiliah to bed.” Deanna replied. “Amiliah’s the only one that still wants lullabies.” Deanna sighed. “Elsa and David are growing up.”
“They still want them on occasion.” Selena reminded. “Remember when Elsianna was sick a few weeks ago?”
Deanna gave a nod. It had not been a heart-stopping experience that their daughter had become ill. After all, Dr. Gray had been on call and always stopping by to ensure his neighbours had enough medicine and that it was working – the kind soul, Deanna thought. With such care, in combination with the love and care of her mothers, Elsianna had made a full and fast recovery.
“Still…” Deanna shook her head, resting it in the crook of her wife’s neck. “It’s only going to be a matter of time before Amiliah doesn’t need lullabies anymore.”
“Then we wait for the grandchildren.” Selena remarked offhandedly, earning a surprised squeak from Deanna, who sat up to regard her wife.
“Grandchildren?” She asked. “You’ve thought about that?”
Selena shrugged a little. “A bit.” She admitted. “I mean, they’re going to grow up, Deanna. And…yeah, a little… I mean, for so long, I didn’t think I would have children. And now, we have three. So…yeah, I like to hope that, if they want, Elsa, David, and Amiliah will have families of their own.”
“Of their own…” Deanna thought, slouching back into her wife’s form. “Oh that’s a big thought… I mean, three kids, right? Let’s say that they all find their companion – husband, wife, whatever – that’s six people… and if those couples, even if they have only one kid…” her eyes widened, head jerking to regard her wife. “Selena… including us, that’s at least eleven people.”
Sapphire eyes widened. “Oh, gods…” an amused smirk, almost in disbelief, graced her lips. “That is A LOT of people…”
“You think?”
“We’re going to have to either expand the dining room or use another room for ‘big get-togethers’… Wow…”
The Snow Queen seemed to get lost in the thought, trying to, functionally, work out the logistics of housing such a number of people. “Assuming the children can have their rooms with their partners…” She turned her head towards Deanna. “We might have to have some kind of extension built. Like a series of guest rooms or something for holidays.” She thought.
“Right…” Deanna teased, starting to like this game she was having with her beloved. “But what if they are like us and have multiple children? Like three each? That will be seventeen people!”
Again, Selena’s eyes widened. “We could put on our own Broadway show with a cast of that size…”
“Or maybe our own hockey team!”
“Or a true stable in SCW! A dynasty! More people than Holly Adams has cameramen and photographers! Each a member of the House of Frost!”
“Screw ‘baring from ringside’!” Deanna exclaimed, swept up in the enthusiasm. “The House of Frost will surround the ring and ensure integrity! All who dare interfere with the matches will be dealt with swiftly while the matriarch defends her world title!”
“Wait a minute!” Selena held her hands up. “Since when am I the matriarch?”
“You’re the Snow Queen.”
“You’re my beloved. And I think Queen is in your names so far? Queen’s Guard? Queen Consort?”
“You’re also older.” Deanna added.
“Hey!” Selena huffed, her lower lip jutting out in a pout. “Don’t remind me.”
“Plus, you’re the world champion.”
“For now.” The platinum-blonde countered fast. “I see no reason why you couldn’t be that level some day!”
The remark caught Deanna off-guard, the redhead’s emerald eyes going wide at such a statement. “You…” she tucked a stay strand of red hair behind her ear shyly, her eyes now fascinated on the floor. “You honestly think so?”
A pair of pale fingers reached under her chin, gently guiding Deanna’s head back up to stare into sapphire eyes. “I have no reason to believe otherwise.” Selena honestly answered. “You’re already so much farther along than I was. Main-eventing Breakdown with Jordan and I, pay-per-view appearances, fighting some of the greatest talent backstage and around the ring…”
“I mean…” Deanna shrugged. “I don’t think I could do what you do – pretty big boots to fill.” She added.
“That isn’t important, Deanna.” Selena smiled, leaning in press her forehead to Deanna’s cheek. “What matters is you do what makes you happy.”
The statement held more weight than either woman could say. Up to this point, Deanna’s ‘involvement’ in wrestling in official matches – all three of them – had been little more than ‘addendums’ to her manager contract, addons meant to accommodate her growth within SCW. But Shaun Cruze, the new manager after Cian, had surprised both women with a brand new contract… a wrestler’s contract meant not only to facilitate Deanna’s desired role as Selena’s manager but also to incorporate her as an SCW ACTIVE superstar…
In short… Deanna was now as much a wrestler as her wife was! She was even booked – her first singles match ever – against Diamond Steele.
It was part incredible and even more part terrifying for the redhead. There was no ‘gray-area’ now. She was fully in Selena’s world, which meant that not only could she fight with Selena and get better and better, not only could she bring more prestige and fame to the Frost name, she could team more and more with Selena… maybe even…
But the problem, again, was double-edged. There was no real ‘gray-area’ and while she had not had ‘absolute’ protection from other bitter, angry SCW superstars (last week being a big example), there were at least repercussions for attacking non-wrestlers that could keep her safer. That would no longer be the case for her. She was fair-game for anyone wishing to make a name or send a message, much like Selena and anyone else that was a wrestler in SCW.
And what if this whole thing blew up in her face? She had not won any of the three matches she had competed in. In fact, she was quite certain that she currently had the worst record in SCW as any kind of wrestler. What if that didn’t change? What if she just kept losing and losing – dragging her family’s name through the mud while Selena was struggling to lift it, along with the name of SCW and the World title?
Become as good as Selena, or at least on that level… or forever tarnish whatever legacy she has built…
That had been the one thought rampaging through her mind regarding Breakdown – because that was what her ‘debut singles match’ would be all about. Two tags and a royale. That had been her ‘experience’ in SCW. Nobody had seen her fight on her own against a single opponent. Nobody, including Deanna and Selena, knew how it would go. Would she look like a total fool? Barely able to lock in a hold or throw a punch? Would she be able to hold her own?
She wasn’t sure. She and Selena had spent so many late nights training together, Selena continuously updating and refining Deanna’s move-set, adapting it into something Deanna was comfortable with until Deanna could see it: She threw punches differently than Selena, she kicked differently than Selena, she even grappled and jumped differently than her wife. It wasn’t anything bad, her more experienced wife had just wanted Deanna to ‘find her own style and way’ that was comfortable and empowering for her. Deanna couldn’t just ‘copy Selena’s moves and style’.
Admittedly, the redhead had discovered – and perhaps it was while she was spending time in prison – that, unlike her wife, she preferred grappling and striking with her arms and knees. Where Selena preferred flight and kicks, Deanna found herself sticking more to the ground, taking flight only when necessary.
And yet… she had watched Selena watching her, and she could see her wife’s eyes, shining proudly and making calculations in her observations. Was she trying to just improve Deanna’s form? Or was she seeing how well they meshed together?
Quickly, Deanna shook her head. She hadn’t even had a singles wrestling match yet. She didn’t want to overthink and get her hopes up on anything as a ‘wrestler’. For all she knew, she would get injured by either Steele or by Twin Magic if they got involved again, though if the latter tried anything like last week, she wanted to get a few shots in!
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this contemplative…” Selena remarked, regaining Deanna’s attention. “At least not without speaking your inner monologue.”
Slightly irked by that remark, Deanna playfully stuck her tongue out at her seated wife, her head turning to gaze at the still on computer screen. “What were you working on?” she asked, trying to ‘scan-read’ as much as she could.
“Gavin’s speech for that debate happening in a few weeks.” Selena sighed. “I don’t know why he needs me to look at it when he has Jean and Talia helping him.”
“Well… you have much more experience talking in front of ‘crowds’.” Deanna offered with a shrug. “And it never hurts to have an extra set of eyes look over one’s work.”
“Yeah but it’s not like I’m politically inclined. You know I hate politics.”
“I do too.” Deanna sighed. “But I’d rather we do something than just hope that they beat Ryan.”
That was the big issue. The entire group, the Frost wives, Jean, Zelda, Talia and Gavin all agreed vehemently, that Ryan Scythe could NOT become mayor of Nome and if Gavin was the best choice to keep that from happening, then what was reading some speeches and offering some insight? Hell, Selena had sat through pages of Syren’s blogs and countless hours of Holly’s TV-show and ‘interviews’, so what was a five to ten minute speech?
“Was that your edit?” Deanna asked, pointing to the screen, quoting. “While I do not have a family of my own, I have come to view Nome as my family – something my father taught me. He put Nome’s wants and needs before his own and I believe the mayor of this town must do the same, or as my father put it ‘A mayor’s job isn’t just to make the town good to live in during his term, but great to live in for the foreseeable future’. Did he really say that?” Deanna asked.
“I may have paraphrased a little.” Selena shrugged. “I believe Malcolm cursed more and used that message to explain why he was torturing us… but you know… subtext?”
With a roll of her eyes, Deanna leaned down to brush her lips against Selena’s, momentarily forgetting about her sores, except when she had to pull back when the jolt of pain met them both.
“Oh! But I want to!” the redhead whined, slapping her hand against the nearby desk.
“We best resist the urge to begin anything if there can’t be any follow through.” Selena sighed.
“Oh? Frustrated are we?” Deanna grinned devilishly.
“Stop it.” Selena smiled with a tired tilt of her head before gently pushing Deanna off her and getting to her feet. “If you have that much energy, then we can train.” She stated, reaching to turn off her computer screen and making her way out of the office.
“Awww…” whined Deanna. “But I’m in my pyjamas!” she countered. “Can’t it be snuggle time instead?”
“Train first.” Selena threw her head back, eyeing her wife warmly. “Then I’ll snuggle you all you want after.”
“Deal!” Deanna shouted, chasing after Selena. “No takebacks!” she added as she scampered after her wife to change into their workout clothes, Deanna looking more forward to the post-workout stuff than what would follow before that…